Thursday, November 29, 2007

Flesh of my Flesh

This hips wasn’t made to carry a baby
nor this sack of groceries.
This hip was meant to shimmy into a little black number.

This back wasn’t made to carry my brother’s weight
nor hunched over a day’s labor.
This back was meant to arch upward like a crescent moon beneath your hands.

This mouth wasn’t made to scream in anger
nor chew my gum in annoyance.
This mouth was meant to kiss the dark stubble along your jaw.

This heart wasn’t made to bear loss
nor carry melancholy or His cross.
This heart was meant to hold you absolutely close and very near.

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