Friday 18 January 2019

First Breath

Once upon I climbed the sky
A dream of seven upon my eye 
Lambeth mud 
Living stars amid the leaves
Light in my hope chest 
A sea beneath her skin 
Unborn, sixteen 
I waited for first breath 
Then again for maturity 
Old sevens, dried mud 
Faces in sand and stone 
Garden grown
If love be true 
In patience 
Every open eye 
Gleaming like my lover's regret 
His finest hour 
She loves, my love 
Because of you 
She does not lie

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