Where are you? 

Are you wandering 

the moors 

of your mind 

all alone? 

I am at the Grange 

feeling a little deranged 

from the madness

close to home. 

Let me in,

to the hearth 

of your heart,

so we can slow dance,

into the twilight.

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this woman’s work

warm breath on ice
baroque and roll
dancing windmills
flaming soul
the purr of cats
a stolen kiss
of peppermint
serpent’s hiss
touch of lace
Cleopatra eyes
pianoforte
dolphin cries
weeping angels
laughing clowns
heartbeat flutter
ninth wave drowns
waterfalls
windswept moors
kangaroos
painted whores
chilling wind
waxing moon
midnight
in the afternoon
ban...

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