Where I Followed Poem by Mark. A Heathcote

You disturb my sleep with sunlight and rain —
a wren entering a thicket where I followed, I do not know.

It was a drawing of curtains, a leap and back out again.
I was bringing you flowers; you were sending me away,
back in again with kisses —
We were tuning something together,
invisible to others.

I had a fledgling's hope, with no imminent danger.

I could smell the musk of an opening rose
at the very moment of unfurling,
a fragrance that devoured me like bindweed in the dark,
leaning to the light to find its meaning —
its nocturnal space inseparable,
the silence inside a bell.


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You disturb my sleep
with sunlight and rain
a wren entering a thicket
where I followed, I do not know

It was a drawing of curtains
a leap and back out again
I was bringing you flowers
You were sending me away
back in again with kisses
We were tuning something together
invisible to others
I had a fledgling's hope
without any imminent danger

I could smell the musk
of an opening rose
at the very moment of unfurling
a fragrance that devoured me
like bindweed in the dark
leaning to the light
to find its meaning
It's nocturnal space
inseparable
the silence inside a bell


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You disturb my sleep
with sunlight and rain
a wren entering a thicket
where I followed, I do not know

It was a courtship behind closed curtains
a leap and back out again
I was bringing you flowers
You were sending me away
back out again with kisses
We were building something together
invisible to others

It was a staging of hope
a tangible beginning
I could smell the musk scent
of an opening rose
at the very moment of unfurling
a fragrance that encapsulated me
like bindweed in the dark
leaning to the light
to find its meaning
It's nocturnal space
inseparable
universal place

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You disturb my sleep with sunlight and rain —
a wren entering a thicket where I followed, I do not know.
It was a drawing of curtains, a leap and back out again.
A fragrance devoured me like bindweed in the dark,

leaning to the light to find its meaning —
Its nocturnal space inseparable,
the silence inside a bell.

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You disturb my sleep with sunlight and rain —
a wren entering a thicket where I followed,
I do not know.
It was a drawing of curtains,
a leap and back out again.
You were sending me away with kisses —
a fragrance that devoured me like bindweed in the dark,
leaning to the light —
the silence inside a bell.