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Temple On My Knees

Temple On My Knees

By Lisa Russ Spaar

When this day returns to me

I will value your heart,

long hurt in long division,

over mine. Mouth above mine too —

say you love me, truth never more

meant, say you are angry.

Words, words we net with our mouths.

Soul is an old thirst but not as first

as the body’s perhaps,

though on bad nights its melancholy

eats us out, to a person.

True, time is undigressing.

Yet true is all we can be:

rhyming you, rhyming me.

Source: Poetry (February 2013).

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