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My heart

After the cold cruelty
      his hulk is a poisonous house
   on a stringent narrow street
where longing, aside frivolous talk,
   is never forgiven
A lifetime of missed, lost
   and broken connections…
Darkness his cushion
Pain in the light
   characteristic restraint hidden beneath
   vicious stings
The unknown visitor who no one
   is obliged to know
If you nod and forgive
   it’s only because you too have gone through it
But when I think about that
   my heart crashes into blank stone

-January 18, 2009-