psyche-reincarnate
And we sit with the debris of desires in our hands. Ashes to ashes, dust to dust.
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Sunday, 1 June 2014
You hold me thus so
Dark days, dull moments, my dazed life
And cups of amber, boxed lanterns,
my stopgaps of light
The eyelashes, a caress on my heart.
Smile a gentle hug. And inflections
of voice a tender symphony
A chink in the armour. Pierced,
And I am held. Whirling up, spiralling
Down. Captive in an unbound light
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