Interiors
Interiors,
soft
soft
light reflects on
hazy
window panes,
in webs
long set
A single
ray
penetrates
dazzles
infinity in the mirror,
me
Alone now
but not lonely, inside
piecing
together the pieces of
your
heart and mine
This
space, softly you
and
throbbing as if
alive,
still
living
was?
A bath of
winter's warmth
Spilling
from the ceiling, white
This
cocoon is my solace
unmoving
I clean it
clean
The light
will melt,
if you
let it, into
interiors;
become
new, a
little
less
soft
soft
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