Friday, February 6, 2015

Deuteronomy 8: In Writing

In a land cracked with thirst
squeeze a stone
and wait for dew,
eyes peeled
for the returning sun,
red rimmed and glistening
as an onion shucked to its core. 

feel longing
claw your belly
turn your throat
to a vortexed scream
where your flesh flees
day by day
skin translucent
against a blinding sky.

hear your blood
pound in your brain
hollow boom
of a runner returning,
hands empty.
Swollen with hunger 
your soul bursts
like a soap bubble.

Even if embraced
by murmuring water,
will you feel again
the seams of your skin?
Or remain forever
a suckling mouth
nuzzling desperately

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