Tuesday, August 23, 2011

The Fear that knows my name


Fearing What the Doctor Finds

The glimmer of health, what we pray for,
Runs in the mind, but be with another
For years and it solidifies into a table.
Doctors, hospitals, the unknown ailments,
These are but dishes served with the whole
Of meal. How does one spot love in a CAT
Scan? Time spins the table and the perspective
Changes. Young lover want to scalpel feeling
From time, from the narrative arc, and pray
It remains unchanged like a marble statue,
Platonic and cold. But blood moves and my love
Feels pains and consults with a doctor. Fear
Cuddles by a pink blanket like a brown recluse.
The wine in the glass on the table has the after-
Taste of worry.

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