Friday, January 8, 2010

Interiors

I was beautiful to someone once;
His eyes shone when he looked at me.
That knowledge, strange, but through him true
And absolute, it  like a kernel  grew
Inside me something hard and strong.
Now, all exteriors melt away,
Hair, skin, tool thin, the bone too bent,
The fair shell to the shadows sent;
The hard core stands,
Though winter's come, and love is past;
It holds me yet,
Holds to the last.


(c)Bea Durette          2009

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