Concrete

the voice in us trembles
to the righteous horn
of yesterdays prayer.
Love is stiff
promises restrict.
and all I have for you
has been dipped in wax.
A woman
someplace has dwindled.
Mad, waning sanctum
relinquish my heart.
churn
and pull.
compassion has become ego
that has left us overly full
and still wanton.
– Cam ie

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