Confession

by Anne Elezabeth Pluto

It is not simple to love in two places,

and I have always been a restless woman

waiting for signs. Then you appeared

walking on my very grave while the stars aligned

themselves in patterns of celestial light.

I have watched the moon eclipse with you

drawing breath into the most dangerous of places:

my heart

Never leave me.

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Larissa Shmailo, May 23, 2012

lovely *

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Sam Rasnake, May 24, 2012

Enjoyed the poem. Good way to close.

John Riley, May 24, 2012

"drawing breath into the most dangerous of places:" Sweet line. Strong opening.

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James Robison, May 24, 2012

Carry it on. Take it on. It wants to go lots more places. I think.

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