Silver Veil
A bed made under silver stars,
Pressed next to golden curves, I lay here in your womb
Seeking clarity of years
In my heart a golden promise shattered,
The familiar glow pursued
Strange you never knew
Under silver veil upon cold stone, I gaze eyes closed
All things we are (were) , I am not saying
Of grace I am thirsty
To be all things for you, I bleed
my last day
my last breath
poem by Thomas L. Flores
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