Saturday, 23 May 2009

Our uncountable beats per hour

My heart is made
of wood, of stone, of fire and sea

a pinch of thistle and an onion
ten days in August, four by the coast

a rubber ball, glass and tar

My heart is made
of storm and hail, cliff and gull

high rise flats and carpet stains

cat fur, lashes and long wet weekends

My heart is made of all these things 
many more
but the list will yawn

and you,
yours, 
ours 
mine


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