Dare you go exploring
Into the place of pain?
Among the ridges?
The sharpened edges?
Press the points?
Touch the throbbing masses?
Taste the tenderness?
Envelop the engorgement?
Skirt the swollen sores?
Engage with the deep, dark, hidden adversary?
Margaret Wilde © 2009
Sunday, February 22, 2009
Poem by Margaret Wilde
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