ELIZABETH
It’s as if
the sun spit fire
deep into my heart.
It’s as if
a quaking earth rumbled muscle
and bone and shivered each finger tip.
It’s as if
an ocean gushed in the blood-flow
pumping passion through my veins.
It’s as if
I heard my name and was baptized anew
when Elizabeth first lay upon my chest.
© 2008 Dennis H. Ference
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