Poetry Blog by Dorothea

You come to me when I least expect it,

As my thoughts, idle, spiral into the inky darkness which envelops me

 

Rising in a euphoria of hazy violet, unanchored, until you materialise, suspended above me, 

Drawing them around you, immersing yourself in the haze, as you

Drown me in hazel and poison me with possibilities, each more fantastic than the last;

Tumbling into my thoughts, ...

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