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Board Administrator Username: mjm Post Number: 3987 Registered: 11-1998 |
Honorable Mention Lying with Him Lauriette (Laurie Byro) My beloved returns home where I have been locked in a castle of rags. This is my destiny to wait for his arrival, believing that God is in all things, an apology at best, a synonym for poetry. I light candles throughout the house. They burn their way clear to despair, sputter and extinguish themselves out. On the beach, the ocean folds and falls, One white candle hosts this miracle, shines and shines, competes with stars If spring is bewitched, it would be easy to say autumn is haunted. My husband removes his clothes and we lie naked in our bed. It would be easy to say, we sigh when we enter our forgiveness. Outside the rain begins in earnest, inside I watch candles drip and sputter, rage themselves out. This is not sorcery, this is how it begins. Trees that guard our windows avert their eyes. Our bed rattles, we board our old familiar train. Afterwards, I rub his shoulders, listen to him breathe. Tomorrow, he will be away, earning a living, searching those jealous stars, thumbing through parables. I will be with my lover, lighting candles, gathering driftwood and brambles to make our fire last. |
