Tuesday, December 2, 2014

Over Tea

in the fury
of the moment,
I see you
naked and afraid,
stripped of all
decency and decorum,
mentally vulnerable
and humble,
just as you
see me
and in a split second,
one of us must
respond and react,
otherwise,
it is over
and,
we return to the
dark and dank,
abandoned
unholiness from
which we came
in the fury.

30Jun14

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