The Speed Of Love

Once when I was all together
a perfect sail that mocked the wind
with every seam hid beneath a sheen of wax
my words taught the razor how to slice

Then did I taste the speed of love
and found myself lacking
even the rudiments of self direction
which way does one turn
when one is turned inside out

My head is upon a stone
and you would read to me
have your years bitten into you
so that you would teach me a lesson
or have they been kind
so that you would make me a pillow