Resurrection

  You have left petals on old stones and memories that chase   the rhythms of my blood and activate my bones   and through my gathering shadow guide me.   Are you re-born in me or have I eaten you,   perforce, that I take your scent with me through my days   and words I know are yours… continue reading

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