Winter 1994 • Vol. XVI No. 1 Poetry |

Stone

Be for me the body I cannot be, lend me your desire, let me see release, fill up the form only my mind can see. Conjure and bless, your magic trickery palms the pain, lay your hands on me, unleash for me the body I still cannot be. Set me to dig a field of stones, debris the shards of exploded desire. Increase, fill up, the form only my mind can see. Frame in flesh my need. Be yourself my key. Draw out my breath, damply alive, a piece for me of the body I cannot be. Cool me in your smile, let simplicity wash me, give me, this time, this moment's peace. Fill up the form my mind alone can see. Harrowed am I, a bitter refugee bonded in fear. Respite, I beg, release. Be for me the body I cannot be. Fill up for me the form my mind can see.

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