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There
There, you say, as you wind sheets round me and the shivering slows to a tearful judder’s rhythm. There, there, and the word is tender as your fingers to my back. There, you whisper later, bodies overtaking voices in forgiveness. There, I pick my favourite patch of skin, and rest my head, to investigate your heart. There, where I thought we were, on the map of us, upside down. There, where you say we are, newly changed, your hatched emotion in me already fledged. There, within a breath I feel we could be, balanced in flight, and trying to grow new feathers of faith, in us, in you. I watch you sitting there and wonder, sneaking doubt. I’m here, you say and hands out, poised to fall or fly this may be just enough to get us there.
Kate Scott
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