Our Claims
my fine silk hair
slips down
between
our fireworks
diamonds at my throat
a nest of kings
in my womb
warmed in your blood
your body built
in strong sands
traded in sea stalls
swept by monks
we are our flags
and the tents
under which we lay
filled
full
we are salt-sided ships
that breathe high above
a moving waterline
our promises
rain into oceans
and catch
in a mermaid’s eye
you are only mine
and I your only allegiance
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Judy Prince
24.10.05
Wilton UK
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