the poem i wrote for you
a loud pulpit voice
pressed me
into the earth
yours, sometimes bitter
always sweet
lifted me
from that grave
until I saw earth again
reborn
a carpet I could lie on
without sinking
a loud pulpit voice
pressed me
into the earth
yours, sometimes bitter
always sweet
lifted me
from that grave
until I saw earth again
reborn
a carpet I could lie on
without sinking