The Temple
Your heart, a haul
a needled sack
altar to damage
Your face, a magnet
mirror of all
you swallowed
Yet you dream, a luminary
throat and rib kisses
singing the dark light
~ Found poem composed/modified from words in Lo Kwa Mei-en’s poem, “Through a Glass Through Which We Cannot See”
Yet I dream! I really like this one
Thanks!
You work magic with these found poems!
rib kisses
singing the dark night
wonderful work
Thank you!