Love?

Someone called out the word "Love"
softly tucked and suckled, then swept away
to reach my ears a spares whisper
so light as to say leaves roared in decay

I cloaked in shadows
knees drawn up, a babe in repose
rain and tears mingling
face cradled by darkness

soul hurt, caulking, sadness seeping
blood meandering from body to street
flesh carved, bruised to blue-black
and as my life slips, I whisper, "Love"

© 1998

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