Saturday, June 6, 2015

The ruddy marrow

The ruddy marrow                                                                                    

Love is nothing like a tattoo –
facing outward like a bumper sticker,

its splendor or wisdom
a public assertion of affection or opinion

designed for the elucidation
and edification of others.

Love is a tattoo pointing inward,
a stain on the underside of the dermis,

ink in the blood
down to the ruddy marrow,

an indelible, inviolable, privately negotiated
contract with one’s true self,

nothing to do with advocacy or influence,
identity or display but a personal,

permanent rejoinder, reminder –
the pearls of a secret adherence

never reaching the gawking,
insensitive eyes and ears of swine.

O child of God, keep counsel with your pillow
and enter into thy closet to pray.

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