Thursday 13 January 2011

The Hole in Your Wall

There's a hole in your wall.
At night I see
into your
fruitful garden.
My eyes rich with
desire to slip a hand
right through the moss soaked cavern,
and grab a plump
waxy
apple.
Eventually
the wet moss
begins to bleed
as its gentle fern
sews the hole in your
wall together.
And for a little
while,
I can
almost hear
your
heart
beat,
just before
the hole in your wall
shuts completely.

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