Falling Into Love's Cliche
i almost fell between a rock and a hard place,
it rained a hard rain yesterday
and hurt blossomed with echoes of thunder,
five o' clock this morning birdsong fills my ears
and the ground is saturated with unshed tears,
you are the shoulder on which I lay my grief,
you are arms and an arm's embrace
you are hands that tear open old scars,
and hands that expose a wounded heart
last night
we loved and made love
not needing introductions
to the mouth of need,
long into dark jungle mist,
we danced like fools
and roared like beasts
tangled roots
falling
into
our place in the sun.
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