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


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