Raised like a question

Your body is scrawled across the sheet
One leg raised like a question
Hiding as much as it reveals. 
Young girls dot their "i"s with a circle.
I knew a young woman who added petals
And opened up her signature like a flower.

You are dressed and perched
On the end of the bed.
Six different emotions
Swim in front of your eyes.
The everyday has flooded back into place.
Your thoughts are in another room
The sense drained out of them.

				Clapham, 1995

	John Rule, 2004
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