There is a smile on the outside
Slithers on broken glass
It bleeds and blisters my chest
My lungs are bags of dried out cloths
I sift hope through a sieve of thought
And light, dappled
Dries the blisters one by one.
Oh, what a lot of time to heal…
When your embrace would make
a meadow in bloom.
I pray to a God gone
On a long holiday
For your love made touch.