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Sunday, March 20, 2011

Alistair's Prayer

clinging to changes owed in
debt solely for him;
the unseen knight waiting
for the moment to ride

sprung by anyone else
attempting to surpass his scars
would volunteer licked wounds
for the addiction of tasting

clouded blue,
distract me from fear of the new
sink, sink, sink me down in my welcoming trance
drown my last breath in cold-skinned arms
let my fingertips glide the imaginable corpse against the
nakedness of truth and reality
make my heart uncatchable and
discovered multiple times by you

planting,
nourishing future
bury past’s shovel and dirt,
never let responsibility grow

trespass against me
I will allow you to pass the gates
pull me into my abyss I created for
myself




  
First appeared in International Who’s Who in Poetry, 2012 Edition, published by the World Poetry Movement (2012)


©Andrea Laws (Author) November 28th, 2014