The Ornate Poem by Q. R. Gibson

The Ornate



In you I become lost
in the details of a fingerprint,
in the definition of metaphor,
in longing.

I find only the indulgent Heavens,
and you, deep in austere thought,
fusing feathers to your back
with candle wax

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Nicole Hunt 01 September 2006

ah yes the things that make you go Hmmmm..... : o)

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