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break so softly

so that I shall not hear nor feel your pain

quiver only so controllably

then others shall not know

my otherwise unapparent shame

lie quietly within my constricted breast

the quietest you can be

when only He walks past

speak to me just so softly

tell me this sharp stabbing inside

won't murder me nor last

weep freely if you must

but only with tears that all

too quickly dry

answer for me if you can

all my frantic howling

questions of why

control warm lips that only

manage to tremble before the image

of love who sees no obvious longing

grieve for this lament love's soon

ending death

and cast promise within me

to reach out to another heart

for where which it is belonging..........

(March 13, 1995)