by Jonathan Hunter-Kilmer
I reach
her hand is closed and gone
she searches somewhere else
ignoring
spurning
all who would
feel everything she's felt
the violation
trust ignored
proprietary greed
the satisfying what they want
not merely what they need
we're opened, closed
explored and left
and mutilated
You
alone can heal
the bleeding
that is
(they)
not ever through
we each
could hold her
understand
and join our tears with hers
and dry them
with the breath
You give
and kisses that are cures
bestowed
with lips that speak the truth
as ugly as it is
and make it beauty
in the light
in Your hands
loving tryst
but opened eyes
in fleeing anger
can't see what's not there
we must see all that's in each other
if You
we would share
