And Here's The Thing

and here's the thing...

my skin recovers from your hands
a drowned world of myths, maps and tides that have turned
floating wefts of silk and coloured books read after dark
a flourish of birds
flowers frozen in silent ponds
summer in a winter's night


and after touching's glance,

a further tilt in the heart's happenstance

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