Delicate

 

On a bit of a writing spree at the moment...


Usually not a good sign...

 

 

 

Delicate


Maybe quiet times,

Holding tight, a lost 

Limb in paradox.


Floating, timid touching

And left over bone

On bone.


All quivers, left

To the elements

And empty.


We talk about

Ourselves in the 

Third person,


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