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Inverted in space,
suspended in the north
with a southerly persuasion,
my heart grown in two,
homes.
Bejewelled moments
I want to break off to keep,
but my weeping hands
sift the fractures in wrong places.
I hold on instead –
ached to this perfect petal,
floated away on familiar
rivered Breeze.
originally posted 30th Jan, 2017
it’s always the same,
the way time travels through
my state of wellness, slow motioned
behind my lightening thirst for sensical,
my cells’ disarrayed dismay –
begging for meaningful placement
in the shadow
of this storeyed tattoo.
a favourite from December last year:
attempts to alienate confusion
decaf, a necessary intrusion
I miss you.
float me past the contusions
the knots in my shadow crave fusion
I spill you.
the fragments in frosty perfection
arranging the shards of reflection
I see you.
memory’s space incandescing
cauterise weds convalescing
I place you.
the pieces not lifed in competing
the peace not in ice but the heating
tapestried sensed in the meeting
I love you.
