How come do roses
Lie upon my heart
With thorns
To pierce my side?
How does strong wine
Sear at my throat
And stifle words
With broken sounds?
How in my candle cradle
Will the flame glimmer
Wreathed in incense
Like a spiral prayer?
And ruby droplets
Of a Spanish crucifix
Call this unworthy soul
Towards a penitential fire
Tumbling where
I would not have me go.
JL Nov 15 2011
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