I was up to my ears in loss.
There's a show in winter
Where I go with my beloved.
The lines of plot are dimmy there
and so we don't even try to follow it.
I was up to my ears in loss.
The baby that was a part of my
ribcage, arms, face, -
wouldn't be there at all.
One day there came a feeling
or an idea
a notion -
an absolute understanding of integrity in my belly)..
When I firstly succumbed to the arms
of my lover,
I never imagined I would collapse
a splash of one morning's disintegrity.
up to my ears in loss
© Copyright: Сильви Вархола, 2006
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