For my mother's
suicide
and my father's
impenetrable silence
For the power
of Love
Waves
which break
down
into nothing
I will call the Dreamer
*
The dark so
thick
he cannot
shut it out
she undresses
to hold him
her breasts
into his back
her belly
against his
ass
her knees
in the crook
of his knees
her feet
in the soles
of his feet
he reaches
for her hand
a tear hits
the muscle
of his arm
a barely audible
"I love you"
*
And yet for the
living
a choice,
a choice
To go the
way of Sorrow
or try
(fit with
delusion)
to be happy.
"Happiness
is our very Nature!"
And back from
death's dark portals
my mother
a shiny
red-haired
angel
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