Push and Pull

Encumbered
Right inside her lumbar
She felt it, the weight, mighty;
Like the weight of the library in her hands.
Tears like waterfalls came falling,
The gates of her eyes opened to the outpouring
When pain prescribes how much pleasure you’d have
The jiggle and shudder
Ricochetal twinge of disorder
And warm welcome to the house of murder
This one won’t be coming out
At least not today.
Not in another gathering of knives
Not in the presence of so much light
It sat in there
Unclothed and aware
Head re-positioned
Legs wide apart
Arms around the cord ready
To fetch a cup of eternity
To not be given a name.

Leonell