Love is not the possession of commandments stone Or a lover's banner dangling pleasingly upon the skin But, the moment after the last song is sung and all the wine has all been drunk. When only woundedness And the revelation of a prolonged aching keep us company. Love lives here. Unmasking and detaching And for … Continue reading love on the edge of stones and bitterness
and woman is a bird who arrives at the end carrying us to a new beginning (we thought we were torn, like paper, but really, we were making room for our wings).