I thought of love in the wake of pouring showers,
Pounding on my shelter's head like voodoo drummers.
The beats awakened passion, want and forgiveness.
I was weak and soft,
So opened up like the clouds at the moment.
I saw love in God's light,
Patched rags warmer than any fur.
I thought of love bearing a needle and thread,
My heart in hand,
My head buried in sand.
My eyes were soaked in a hate more than the stitches.
I saw love through man's sight,
An apple and a slimy serpent.
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