Fiona Farrell

Seven wishes
 

A straight account is difficult
so let me define seven wishes:

that you should fit inside me neat as the stuffing in an olive
that you should stand inside the safe circle of my eye
that you should sing, clear, on the high rock of my skull
that you should swing wide on the rope of my hair
that you should cross rivers of blood, mountains of bone
that I should touch your skin through the hole in your tee
                                                                                                          shirt
that we should exchange ordinary tales

 
From Cutting Out (AUP, 1987)

© Fiona Farrell
 

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