Shattered Beyond Repair. Love

Everything inside me
when or if I think it shines
is full of cracks- some buried
some defined.
Some welded over with a think plate of steel
some hidden deep inside
where I don't have to feel.
Everything I am is cracked
whether bleeding, stoned, or sealed.
How can you say you love me
and think your love is mine?
How can your love be real?
It hits the front
like acrid wine
and eats it way through pores
it makes me taste
the bitter-sweet and as I beg to dine
I know the voice
inside me writhes
it works to shout you down
and take me back
to where I was
all cracked, a vulture's meal.

Everything inside me cracked
I see it all sometimes
but then I hope to god you wait
for something more to heal.

1/17/96

James Kythe Walkswithwind       	
jkw@aruba.ccit.arizona.edu  		
jkw@u.arizona.edu		"Semantics..sometimes words are a drag."
gila@jbx.com					-Streetcar Jones, "Peter Gunn"