I carry you with me

I carry you with me
the promise of your bones
the urgent froth of your dreams beating
against the shore roars
always in the scooped
curl of my ear. I carry your fears.

I carry you with me
your stories like
distant stars, reaching,
tickle in my throat, coughing
fire in the gaping gut, burning
me out.

I carry the contradictions
the hate on your tongue tied in
a mouth that smiled and kissed,
the warm crinkle at the edge
of your eyes that sometimes
filled with spite,
the gentle lick, sometimes the bite.

I carry you with me
the promise of your bones
I am the why, I carry this
question and your life
folded over and over itself
in mine.

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Think of her how you must today.

Make of her the villain that you need

to hate. But when the anger has

abated

know her, too, as the smile.

Fill in the gaps not with the permanent black

of an iron mind but

with all the swirling colour of

sunrise and set

that make us human,

that make us an

"us."