Exaltation
Published in
1 min readNov 22, 2016
Union
bronze sculpture
17 x 8.5 x 7 inches, base: 2 x 11 x 7 inches via Martin Lawrence Galleries
Take my soul
I no longer need it
tuck into your pocket
a locket
let it stay, beat, write
for you
When words dry up
and rhymes stumble
let me worship you
with my tongue
lavishing you with
heartrending affections
My being is fruitless
without its other half
When storms pass and
evening darkness descends
let me be your light
bright
just for you
Let me carve out every inch
become hollow
so that you may fit in and
be home
Let me worship you
with my being, every
sigh
caress
whisper
kiss
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