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FULL MOON (for David) The shadows grow longer The weight disappears As he walks through A landscape of hunger Dark silence is welcome Even pain, even fear Till feelings don't touch him Any longer Full Moon When I wake in the morning Or when I'm jolted in the middle of the night Your face hovers close to mine The touch of your hands on my cheek seem to linger! Full Moon He isn't the first And he won't be the last Whose dying is etched In the veins of our hearts And the longer it hurts, The deeper the pain And the harder I cry, lord The stronger I am Full Moon I hold your sacrum in my hands like a shelf, the bones pushing out of your back a shelf, do you remember? Do you remember how that was good? How you couldn't eat and then you could eat until you couldn't taste anything but yourself, your sweat and your blood, do you remember how that was good? I hold your sacrum in my hands like a shelf, the bones pushing out of your back a shelf, do you remember? Do you remember how that was good? Do you remember? |
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