Thursday, 7 January 2010


You fill me with more
Than you would have without,
Regardless of route.

And aim for the door
Before my refusal,
Unruly and rueful.

You spread from my feet
To places leftover
From moments of love.

And go on beyond them
Convinced of your service,
As blessed and urgent.

You bring back a bookmark
To place in a chapter,
And lighten with laughter.

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