Django sleeps for a moment. The sun shines. I take valuable sleep time to write poems. Ah well, that is the way...here is today's offering. Number 157 in my growing collection...
Poem 157
I have stood to the line and said
For this I will die.
I will rip myself apart to give you life.
I will give more than I knew
my heart contained only hours ago.
For this, I will give and give and give:
The strange dawn peace of your face
as sleep steals you, takes you to the land
of dreams you have yet to discover,
cloud-racing across your eyelids;
your fists as they ball and let go;
your barely audible breath of life
that I shouted into you.
You took my heart in that first bloodied kiss
when I cried out with exhaustion:
I did this – my god, I did this.
(c. Victoria Bennett, 2008)
