Wednesday, January 30, 2008

Knowing

I reached out my hand,
Bloodstained,
Impure,
And touched the perfect
Soft dun fur.
I ran my fingers over
Smooth cream bone,
Elegant branching points,
Carefully honed.
I felt your broken body,
Savior, Redeemer,
In the saving body
Of a broken deer.

1 comment:

Loren said...

This one is awesome!