Love Embodied
— For Frances
When the silence came stalking,
asking for me,
you knew we’d join hands. Turn our backs
to its hollowed-out dream.
I knew you’d help carry the light,
though it weighed so little; was so fluid,
so hard to grasp.
You knew it would flood our lives; burn the silence
from our bodies; rip it
from our shadows.
Our blood wouldn’t be spilled; our words rot.
You were — are — love, embodied.
Joseph Murphy
Joseph Murphy has been published in a
number of literary journals and authored four poetry collections, The Shaman
Speaks (forthcoming), Shoreline of the Heart, Having Lived and
Crafting Wings. He is a member of the Colorado Authors’ League; for
eight years was poetry editor for a literary publication, Halfway Down the
Stairs.
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