I like a little black dress twirling like a handlebar moustache.
I like a man in a suit reduced to a workman,
Fixing the crack in my marble arch.
I like a game:
Pretend we haven’t met.
Break a smile,
And I will love you like Jesus.
Hold fast,
And I will tie you to the train track of my body.


2 Responses to “”

  1. Jenny Says:

    I haven’t been keeping up with Rags of Light. I really must. This is achingly beautiful.

  2. Marian Says:

    love love!

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