Thursday, October 5, 2017

Joshua 2: In Writing

Within the wall
back to the city
belly to the mountain
porous and pulsing, 
I encircle.

Come within me
hide in my embrace
as I lower you down my hair
that final thread
red blood of morning
leading down from the dark womb

Three days and three nights
and over the hilld
look back at the oval suspended above you
the pale faced pinned against the sky
the walls you cling to
crumbling around her

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