Thursday 9 September 2010

OUR CALVARY.

There is a space
With our name along its deck
Where we can lay
Upon a bed of our choosing,
And stay until the few who matter
Ask for our attention.

I will place you face down,
With your arms outstretched,
And crucify myself
Across your back;
Tacking myself inch by inch
To your skin.

And there we’ll remain;
Still in keeping with
The honoured time we’ve caught
Or bought with our labour,
Until our heart beats
Seek the rhythm of each other;

And covered by my contrition
You’ll wish for me to move
Into you and delay
My sin a little longer;
Stronger now we’re bonded
On a hill of our own.

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