Day 6

Tender Lesion

This light that devours like fire
springs from a barren landscape.
Opening flesh with the dagger of a singular sorrow
bearing the weight of an anguished sky.

This persistent hour of bloodless weeping
dropping past me like stone capsules
swallowed by swells pounding in my chest.
My sternum drowns like a stone exoskeleton.

Floating on the bed of this wounded heart
sleepless, I come to dream of your presence;
your touch is asphyxiation climbing the ruins of my sunken throat.

Though this naked desire seeks discretion
it is your heart that gives me depth and courage
to drink the poison of lost wisdom and passion.


Britta Nylen