Friday, December 6, 2013

Friday Prose 12.6.13

Blood

"One drop of crimson covers me"
One drop
Is that enough to cover me
All my dirt and lies
Sex and brutality
Is all that covered in blood
What past
What dirt and lies
What sex and brutality
All I see is love
Love the color of blood
I am so in love with
You
“We do not often witness fresh blood of those we love”
How much blood did I witness
How many lines, drops
66 love letter's worth
39 lashes worth
One cross's worth
What did I witness upon the place of the skull
What did I witness at the manger
Is the blood still fresh on me
Shouldn't it be
Dead and resurrected again
All I see is love
Love the color of blood
I am so in love with
You
Like music in a silent hall
An echo in a giant room
I find myself given to giving
And taking
And healing and breaking
Something in me is alive that wasn't alive before
Some great thing
I need more and less
More than one drop
No more than one drop
Love the color of blood
Fresh blood
I am so in love with
You

With words, song & prayer,
TiMo
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