Lost/Found
A pair - obviously
Lost
A lamb haunted by a shepherd -
lost and so found.
Fond.
Deadly nightshade– you slipped it in.
Potent and deadly as Sin.
When you are ready,
we begin.
Too loud, too hard, too light, too soft,
too much.
Never enough.
Tears hissed on coals that glowed raw like slapped thighs.
Cried by the fireplace.
Dried blood on ripped skinny jeans.
Mon Cheri.
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Found
It started with toes
circling and edging
teasing
charged but shy
electric wires wrapped in rubber sleeves
lightning tucked in cotton wool
A hill climbed every day
just having my tea first
sweet nothings underneath climbing frames
caged hearts with beating wings
flutterbys
a tent on a damp summer night
upside down
but in the right place -
we still are
