The Wedding Ring
This is the last poem
it should've been the first
I write in tears
it should've been in joy
He came to me
I thought to Eden
It was all Adam and maiden
I thought to teach, to learn
But the fathers had already
muddied the waters
The mothers were silenced
The whores reigned
The children were exiled
from Paradise again and again
I was father and mother
I who thought to husband
-- and wive
Someone else is present
at the moment of love
The love that did NOT happen
Someone else is love
in someone else's body
Forgive the rod
that splits open the back
Where is love that moves
the world?
I am imprisoned in the dark
moment
The moment of mis-conception
I thought to be seed and fruit
I thought to be gardner and tree
He taught me love
Words are not beautiful
Silence IS
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