Ragged Claws

 

God (but you are beautiful)

I whisper,
half afraid to breathe
or close my eyes.
So beautiful -

so beautiful (and here with me)

and I am old and
I am hungry, lonely
and not used
to worlds of wonder.

Come (she comes to me)

now - and naked
and I die a
thousand miracles
of dreaming.

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