You didn't know
when you first loved me
when you opened my heart
like soft hands pursuading a fist
that I would turn my love back on you
like a blast of fire
like pulling a child out of a well
like a mirror.
You didn't know that after a long life
bright with grace,
I would die in your arms
with a smile.
Or maybe you did.
J
Saturday, April 20, 2013
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