Mar 7, 2010


To me. Linked by a cord
buttoned to your belly.

Your spirit set free
like a ball in a game.

The winning point made by God himself,
smashing it loose from the pole.

I lose.

I bare the weight
pounds added to my flesh
like lead to every step

I bare the weight
blood draining out of me
growing you from within

I bare the weight
cloudy head, hormones,

I bare the weight of empty arms
your absence from them
too heavy a load

I bare the weight
my heart sinks like lead
lowered out of position

Lady, my love for you is as boundless as your spirit is now.

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