wall

In rubble and stone I built it
    (hard on my heart).
set bricks of platitudes, stilted
    and tiny thoughts likeshhh the mortar.

Where I, cut open by your kindness in
    love-making, the nakedness of my wounds, now weeping
    stand at its gate, tears seeping
that threaten floods.

Never could we let that water
press hard into its joints
    and harder
to wear at it
    (instead of me)

and tear it down.

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