on my knees

k.d. lang sang
of the
"mind of love"
and that voice
echoes
so melancholy
as I consider
the words
and what they
reveal
about me,
about you,
about us:
what is only
perceived,
what is just
felt;
nothing that
gives a foot rub,
or scratches a back,
or finds the atm card,
or your keys:
what finds me,
eternally,
on my knees,
on my knees.



March 14, 2009.

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