Thursday, July 2, 2015


Whittle my driftwood heart, my love, until
   There’s nothing left except what pleases you.
Shatter my soul—let its wild tongue be still
   And never speak until you tell it to.
Corner my fears onto a cliff, then shove
   Them off and watch them vanish in the rain.
Melt the cold iron of my armored love
   And leave me naked to both joy and pain.
Go earthquake my so-called stability
   Till all I see for miles is loss and rubble.
Appraise my life’s precious complacency.
   Price it for what it is—a worthless bubble.
      Strip me of all that’s frightened and untrue
      Till I can bravely lie, love, next to you.


Copyright 2015 Matthew J Wells


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