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The Clasp of Her
My lover is
a wordless poem,
temporal as a sparrow’s flight.
Like most poems, she is untrue,
but an open door, like a maple leaf
spreading in grief.
I rest in the stillness
of her warm ascent,
before feeling the clasp of her
churning pits of passion.
a wordless poem,
temporal as a sparrow’s flight.
Like most poems, she is untrue,
but an open door, like a maple leaf
spreading in grief.
I rest in the stillness
of her warm ascent,
before feeling the clasp of her
churning pits of passion.
Published 30th Mar 2025
Author's Note
Thinking of a quiet woman I've loved.
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