Liturgy

exhaustion
                     wins 

fighting and ex
cuses are
                 beyond
him

besides,
(and this is
                    no
thing to be ignored)
there remains
                          no
small
amount of
                  love 

Still 

at these times,
when
he touches
                    Her
She
       dis
solves
beneath his
                     finger
tips 

skin becomes fur
and
murmurs, moans
and dis
             appoint
                           ments
transubstantiate
into
        purrs 

in those
moments, it
no longer
                  matters
he
no longer
                 cares
to know
each crease
each crook
each crevasse
                         No
they do
             not
(themselves)
                      matter

they are re
born
they are re
fired
         and
Nothing
               Nothing
worstofall
                  No
One
can re
            claim
his heart
                from
its
     deepest
Home 

Collapsing a
top her, worn
and
       spent,
tears fill the
                      empty
spots that
                  She
cannot,
as he whispers
                           sound
less
        ly 

I’m sorry
I’m  sorry
I am
        so
very
        sorry…

©s rogers 19 feb 2011

3 thoughts on “Liturgy

  1. Forpuck says:

    That was awesome. Clean and each word tripping forward after the other..

  2. CatGem says:

    thank you, ForPuck

  3. katley says:

    I feel simultaneous passion and sadness in this, and the cat metaphor is excellent!

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