You wait for something
\nto descend like an eagle.
\nYour arms are cold branches
\nshorn of their greenness,
\nnaked in their purity,
\nsaying,
\ncover me with life!
\nI am love!
\nI want to live!
\nI am a ruined solitude!<\/p>\n
She stands alone,
\nin a museum,
\nunmindful of passers-by.
\nWhy must she be in this place?
\nShe should weep in the rain.
\nFeel the wind on her form.
\nBe kissed by strangers
\nhungering for a kiss.
\nLove so gentle,
\nso terrible,
\nlocked forever in stone.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
You wait for something to descend like an eagle. Your arms are cold branches shorn of their greenness, naked in their purity, saying, cover me…<\/p>\n