Friday, December 21, 2012


Yesterday love
was a Vaseline jar
with maybe enough
goop left at the bottom
to smooth out some tension,
seal up a wound,
protect from effects
of climate and make-up.

Today love is a song
in the crystal
my body has become,
from the deeper earth,
the archangels within
throb with the fire
of my passion.

There is no other anymore
just a constant hum
of light.


Anonymous said...

I could picture the effort of scraping the jar's final contents, the diligence to make sure a little is enough. Great image and concept, quite clever, truly.

the walking man said...

Let me just hope that yesterday wasn't manual prostrate exam day.