When the Heart Flies Open - Sashana Kane Proctor

[Larry Robinson]

When the Heart Flies Open

On airways sickened shut
      for seeking long in wrong black alleys
On forgottenness of darkened minds
     growing backwards
On fists of stubborn aloneness
     never to be opened 
     even by love
Graffiti I scrawl
 On chest walls painted wet with Do Not Enter signs.
Then on the backs of the broken
     I write these words that fly from me
     unbidden.

I will find all of you
     and from the desert of my wordlessness
     stand at the mirror of you
I offer 
Coolest water for your lips
Sleep to rest your wandering
Kisses where you are tortured
Holding you tenderly
     cradling your babyness 
     counting blessings like fingers and toes
And all the time
     sliding through your mirror 
     to myself.
                                                                                    
	- Sashana Kane Proctor
	
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