a spark. something
with the blue beginnings
of a forget-me-not, broke
into my house,
stormed, unsubtle
as salt, down dark corridors,
oblivious of creaking floor boards
still weary from my last heart’s travels -
gust of gulls, flourish of frets: you,
guiless as a guitar, abruptly
in tune with my breast,
woundless
my rooms turned a hand
in the direction of the sun; suddenly
my house was like the word
“light”









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