Wednesday, May 12, 2010

To Sipowicz

Your face is rendered
helpless, as in war,
your heart worn under
love-proof vest.

You seek a woman,
one who sees past
armor, needs
no weapon
to retaliate
against the limits
of your trust.

A woman who
is calm, who sees
the question
mark your face,
the curiosity, the hope.

She comes here
sees your body
turn back, hoping
for her hand to glide,
touch, assume.


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