Childless Womb.
A Prayer to Andrew...

A tender heart beats through her veins.
Tiny arms stretch for a indifferent soul
She weeps in woven winters.

In her arms,
she cradles her last
intentions...fallen blind
crushed velvet...
Lost linen.
a soft fleece blanket,
empty...cold crib 
untouched joy.
Untouched Love.

1-18-97

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