You

“Uninvited, the thought of you stayed too late in my head,
so I went to bed, dreaming you hard, hard, woke with your name,
like tears, soft, salt, on my lips, the sound of its bright syllables
like a charm, like a spell.”


“Falling in love
is glamorous hell; the crouched, parched heart
like a tiger ready to kill; a flame’s fierce licks under the skin.
Into my life, larger than life, beautiful, you strolled in.
I hid in my ordinary days, in the long grass of routine,
in my camouflage rooms. You sprawled in my gaze,
staring back from anyone’s face, from the shape of a cloud,
from the pining, earth-struck moon which gapes at me”

“and I open the bedroom door. The curtains stir. There you are
on the bed, like a gift, like a touchable dream.”

Carol Anne Duffy – “You”

    Credits:

Hair – Exile
Table – Flowey @ Fluid
Outfit – Souffle @ The Dressing Room
Feet and Sandals – Slink
Skin – Glam Affair – Leah
House in the background – Funky Junk.
Butterflies free @ Alirium.
Jewelry – Donna Flora

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