Not An Illusion

You scrub your hands
until skin falls off
like red snow flakes
but you cannot stop.
You know his eyes will see
the microgerms speckling
your skin like a forbidden tattoo.
You wish you can sprinkle
gold dust in the air
and embrace the illusion.
But you will not turn back
because you love him.

Earth Hour

Earth, this is your hour
and mine
as we lay down
our differences and ponder
on how we had lived our lives.

We lie in darkness, warm
against each other,
knowing how you touched
the world with your selflessness
and how I shamed myself
with my selfishness.

You await people to redeem
your dignity while I stare
at my broken pieces scattered
on the floor, waiting
to be pieced and redeemed.

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April 1, 2009