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Saturday, May 26, 2007

To my Grandmother - - at her death

Wrapped in something intoxicating
It is here she finds peace
Underneath her is salvation
And maybe that’s what her lover is looking for.
Underneath her lover is glory
What she has always longed to have
And beneath them both is serenity.
In the chaos of them, is the dignity of “us”
And in the dream of her is the mirage of love
Together, they form something exalted.
For her lover there is nothing short of dignity in her touch
And she lives to find tranquility when their fingers lock

Anointed by daylight they lay in lust.
Only to be fooled by eternal sunshine.
It is here that they wait

In all of this however life is simple
It’s about a woman, her lover, and the ties that bind them.