Tonight at the gym
I saw a man
With iron pressed into his palms
and the sweat marks on his belly
formed the shape of an Angel.
It made me think of you
with your iron-clad palms
and matching heart
But now, your belly is bare
There is no Angel
to cushion the blow.
6/12/05
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