Monday, 6 July 2015

Like That

I lay with my hair tied down
Insects carry themselves across my arms, mountains
an orchestra of tiny limbs
marching, humming from the ground
I open my eyes to the Big Blue
Then I shut them and the world drops dead
and no one to pick the spiders from my head
Left alone to spin and sew
mind constellations which come and go
Spin me, spin me back into a child
With laughter spilling from my eyes
I roll and the silence sweeps in,
I taste the honey
and I think
this life has always
been this sweet

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