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Sunday, August 20, 2006
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YOU by carol ann duffy
Uninvited, the thought of you stayed too late in my head. so I went to bed, dreaming you hard, hard, woke with your name, like tears, soft, salt, on my lips, the sound of its bright syllables like a charm, like a spell.
Falling in love is glamorous hell: the crouched, parched heart like a tiger, ready to kill; a flame’s fierce licks under the skin. into my life, larger than life, you strolled in.
I hid in my ordinary days, in the long grass of routine, in my camouflage rooms. You sprawled in my gaze, staring back from anyone’s face, from the shape of a cloud, from the pining, earth-struck moon which gapes at me
as I open the bedroom door. The curtains stir. There you are on the bed, like a gift, like a touchable dream.
+ posted by M @ 9:01 PM
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