The Eraser Called Resolve
Because one cannot withdraw the words,
don’t recall them aloud —
the verses that drew lines on your face,
around your eyes, dimpled your cheeks,
colored your soul…let them limp
there in the darkness of your thoughts.
No, let them wallow where they are
unseen, forlorn, abducted, unspoken in the lobes
of darkness where they belong —
think them, but never aloud.
If you ever must, read them in the dark
like a secret chant, where shadow after shadow love is
erased by resolve.
7:19 PM, February 9, 2010