Saturday, 25 April 2015

Like a Georgian Secretaire I never owned.

I loved you once inside my obsessed mind,
I thought of you in secret and I dwelt
In happiness for moments. Yet I find
The feelings have dispersed as if not felt
By me, but by some different me I knew,
We had some vague acquaintance, but now
I don't know her at all.  And yet it's true
I did.  And so you're added to the file of how
I made myself the way I am today,
Along with Prunus Mume, Crepe de Chine,
Burr walnut and the dog, that is to say
Part of that list. I don't think that it's mean;
It makes a fantasy seem real, understood,
Thought of with plants and clothes and types of wood.

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