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Poem: “Blood and flesh”

Blood and flesh


CathŽdrale 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



“Blood and Flesh” was originally published by Ground Fresh Thursday 9.23.17.

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