Tuesday, December 28, 2010

First, there was the moment you couldn’t forget

even when you tried,
when your insides jumped and scurried,
which was enough. It was just
another hand
on yours, unfolding
a question
you’d never thought to ask.

It wasn’t long
before your heart

burst open—

it was a wild, red fire,
pulsing and beating, like the heart of bird
nestled
in the palm of your hand.

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