remember
the day
we wandered
the gardens
of Rodin
hand in hand
gazing into
the
Gates of Hell
the day
we wandered
the gardens
of Rodin
hand in hand
gazing into
the
Gates of Hell
with hope of
fleeing our own
isolation
and
aloneness
but yet
entombed forever
with
insatiable emptiness
of
desire
for something
beyond
beyond
heaven's consent
~
missing the mom gene