Blocked from oblivion
by this crossing guard
prevented from accessing
such an inviting void
all that stands between
is muscle and blood
Flesh. Not bone, nor faith.
This abyss swirls its tendrils
through my bristling hair
feels my throbbing pulse
invites me to ecstasy
but as quickly hides
in hoods and shadows.
There is warmth there
if we take our time
and realize there’s no
going back once we’ve
broken through the X.
3/17/11
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