Blood and flesh
Cathdrale st Etienne
You tell me to crawl
into the ragged slash
in your side and pull
the raw edges of flesh
together to enclose me
in the gory warmth of
your heartbeat, like
a babe at the breast,
like a love flesh to
flesh on damp sheets,
like reentering the womb,
like surrendering to the
formless white at the heart
of water, air, ore, sky,
plant, sun, star, cloud,
moon, blood and flesh.
Patrick T. Reardon
7.25.18
“Blood and Flesh” was originally published by Ground Fresh Thursday 9.23.17.
Written by : Patrick T. Reardon
For more than three decades Patrick T. Reardon was an urban affairs writer, a feature writer, a columnist, and an editor for the Chicago Tribune. In 2000 he was one of a team of 50 staff members who won a Pulitzer Prize for explanatory reporting. Now a freelance writer and poet, he has contributed chapters to several books and is the author of Faith Stripped to Its Essence. His website is https://patricktreardon.com/.