words
spill out the mouth
the
unbidden mists
veiled
un-truths
half-verities
for
one moment
I
am whole
but
it is not me
some
other woman
echoes
through the hollow openings
gaping
wide between truth and trust
instead an embrace
I
plunge into silent darkness
cold
arms close over me
and
I am stolen
pirated
time's
bewitched cargo
What an incredible poet you still are I thrill to your words, am enticed by the rich panoply of your work.
ReplyDeleteNo-one should ladder the tights if your soul
I read your previous post and am delighted you have found love again.