My Consequence
“I lay in the tub with blades and blood;
and there they found me”, he said.
This man, this man whom I have loved.
His pain. It is now apart of my pain.
His glistening blue eyes stare back and I see understanding.
(Caught that glimpse of recognition, during the confession
of my own dark sorrows.)
I know him well.
I feel his unbearable pain
everytime his reflective eyes look into mine.
(My previous retreat is his causal pain.)
I accept it as my own now.
Love that cushions, binds and bundles
is all he has ever offered.
Do I take it now? Is that my price to be paid?
He lays his head in my lap,
his brilliant pools of pure water looking inside me
and I sigh loudly, echoing his thoughts.
I know he waits for an answer.
Copyright 2014 T.L. Burton
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