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Apr 2016
You
You move everything which
Is most intimate in me,
Without touching,
You hold up candles
But I stumble in their light,
Without thinking,
You cut deep chasms in my mind,
Without knowing, you test me.

And I love to play servant
Under your stubborn gaze,
You trick me then laugh,
But a piece of my heart
Leaps over backwards.
You make me the hero
Which my mind then adores,
You make me strong like the river,
You make me.

Our two minds are touching
Outside of this world,
I have known you completely,
When you were the gold coin
I was its beggar,
When you were the wind......

You move like a panther
Escaped from its cage,
I meet you on corners and freeze,
My mind like a compass
On top of a magnet,
My legs like a tree.

You hollow my eyes
And fill them with wax,
Your wick always burns
But you never go bang,
For me. I wait by your fire
But you never give heat,
I swallow your swords
But you stay in your seat,
I give you flowers
But you want weeds.

I love you.
Written by
Bill Higham
411
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