She has set me down as foreign love
And borrowed from my eyes her constant fix
Which, being torn from the sockets,
Mellows only for the time it takes to fall
And sing hollow in the frozen bones.
She has marked me out as unfit fodder
And, being out of touch with foreign kisses,
Sets about my heart with hardened hammers
Which, being undone, unfolds no matter
And holds the hands of the unremembered.
She is my Medusa. Seducer of sound and sense.
I fall too swiftly and wave like the drowned.


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Blessings and good luck - S.
I just wanted to stop by since I am finally going through what is now listed as under 5,000 pieces of gather new mail that is sitting in my inbox on here.
With that mentioned I just came across either a mailing from you yourself, or someone else brought this piece to my attention. You or they felt that your creation should be shared with the gather community, which I am very glad that it was passed on to me to view. So I wanted to say Thank you for taking the time out of your busy day to publish it here on gather for us to all view. :o)
As well before I leave you I wanted to wish you a Happy New Year... in 2009 :o)