Raised blade against stubble
for the last time, he thought,
just like last time
agates of his eyes tracking
a leather mask, the map
of himself marked by rivers
in canyons carved by her
Blade scrapes the land
flattening hills and opening wells,
tungsten glare illuminating
the broken heart behind the eyes
that realized in all those years
of wanting to shave for her
she never once deigned to ask
26 September 2011
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Ruben's a deep guy.
ReplyDeleteShe never deigned to ask "why"? Or did she just never deign to ask him to?
ReplyDeletethings taken for granted inspire pain.
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