samedi

~ VANISHING ACT



    First, you cleansed me,
    arriving as fire, as savage flood.
    Next you tore me,
    your cougar tooth,
    your griffon claw,
    limbs scattering like grass
    in the garden of a great wind.
    Then you made love to me,
    night after night of unendurable
    agony and passion.
    Ruined by your beauty,
    I have vanished,
    fled into the nothingness
    of who I am.












Emily Dickinson's axiom
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