Stigmata

Poesy plus Polemics

“The Hand – Remorse”
Painting by Salvador Dali
From moma.org

teardrops bleed from your hesitant palms
sorrow lingers on all that you touch
when you hold me I glisten unhappily
marked by streaks of your seeping remorse
I pray you find means to forgive yourself
those sins now too old to affect what we have
even knowing they altered your making
with suicide seams in a skin full of sighs
we both fled here indelibly wounded and stained
but while mine turned to scars yours still openly run
let them die as they came born on wicked stealth feet
without usher or notice clandestine and part of
a yester-age banished denied my permission
to enter the house that we built on our hill
resurrectional refuge if only you dare to believe

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