TO ST. CHRISTOPHER, FOREVER ONCE

It was too much
It’s what the world
sees of us
Fire and ice
only produces
steamy hot
To comingle
beyond briefly
but successfully thriving?
What IF that
ostantatious
Community at Large
wasn’t wrong at all
(we both believed Life
was more rigid
in construct)?

More like outlaws
we believe
in our hearts we are
Banished to
a new Australia
as punishment
Sooner or later
it became
a place run over
rough-shod
with blasphemous
gawking uncaring
Yoyeurs Unconnaisseured
(couldn’t set that up
to happen to us)

I floundered finally
lost without words
last week
Tears syllabic failed me
You blamed yourself
I never asked you to be
to me as Child
St Christopher
crossing exhausting waters

I wanted oh
to be
Your safe place
from Torments
requiring courage
As your eyes
your touch
were to me
Forever Once

Lost and running
floundering fleeing
faith laden heavy
We place each
in the Other
-Attributing to Fear
too much Power, as we do-
Trust to achieve
Communal but isolated
Comeuppance

c2012 GC Cameron
With thanks to Christine

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