to which crevice it would find a home
in my body
and dwell there ...
a place love could harbor and
somehow blossom,
take root in a wound −
this mixed up home of sinew and blood,
love has discovered a smile −
an embrace that I did not expect,
actually,
in the form of you,
at the steps,
smiling.
in my body
and dwell there ...
a place love could harbor and
somehow blossom,
take root in a wound −
this mixed up home of sinew and blood,
love has discovered a smile −
an embrace that I did not expect,
actually,
in the form of you,
at the steps,
smiling.
Image Source: © 2004 Greig Roselli
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