Mission Dolores

Death by sea, at sea.
My plane of sky moves
over me,
my light
the burgundy light,
what I am

I offer you what I am.

I offer you wine,
light on plastic,
sister (more precious than light),
manipulation,
devotion,
adoration of my simple god.

Take it inside you.

From this will spring
Unique individuals.
My blood,
my hope,
you will never leave me.

Melissa Ray, 1996


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