liberationliberation won’t come through prayer, even though I’ve tried to free myself from the temptationof his kiss, his touch, the way he whispers my name when we make lovelost deep in the ocean of my scent, his hands, paint petroglyphs on my skinI carry traces of his love like DNAaddiction of any kind can be deadly and I’ll admit I have found myself at death’s door
nancy arroyo ruffin 