by animalworkss

My Muse is the many passing moments that lived not up to fulfillment,
And through this strange, abstract digestion my soul can go on limping in crippled, indirect silence;
But ’till this body comes full circle, blood, sweat, and tears will be all I have to build bridges
With alloys of heart and steel, My Beloved, it is You that gives life its saturation
In touching it, I am touched by You



Copyright Keli Birchfield 2012