This Inevitable
I came from a cold map
my marble mind
in untitled books
of bleeding wet leaves
you led me out of lancet rains
into coal belly rooms
warm with your moving
my heart a grasping infant fist
in morning grey
we spiced and ladled
our porage words
cream thick
I watched your hands corral
milking ewes on the hill
gathering gentle the least lamb
home to its mother’s teat
and in the dark sweet night
of honeysuckle
our voices kissed
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Judy Prince
4.12.05
Darlington UK
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