Abiding Ornament

by David Andrés Alíx

An ornament

Which abides

A light

A bright beacon

Which resides

In an allocation

In your ventricles

Reserved for when

We first met

An everlasting fixture

fused to

The intima

Which begs pause

A single rose

On your path

To an obligation

Which you would

Much rather forget

-2013.05.07

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