golden red hues and an embrace as warm as a fireplace welcomed me home
did it really happen
all of it
my feet remember marble
my thighs remember stairs
my nose breathes in the scent of familiar scented oils from a red satin sash wrapped in the paper so many notes were passed on
i remember an embrace offered when the air flowed to shallow ponds in me
names and voices still ring in my ears when I picture the landscape
was I too soft for that place or was that place too soft for me?
gentle nudging foreheads like cats greeting each other
a voice so easily recognised bouncing on the stones like a bird call
a child carried within a soul as pretty as the white gown she wore
long braids and warmth in those earth coloured eyes – okay
vividity – life – seaweed in a gaze – sparkle in that gaze
a witch in the garden
a sorceress in the kitchen – figs and walnuts and beans
a bustle of red through door frames
seems like a dream
i dreamt of a palace in stone last night
i defend it all though it almost broke me
choosing to take care of myself choosing to withdraw
can it be a victory
to honour the dream we shared by leaving?
my music flowed in that place
i hope you heard its echoes still
when my breath took shape in the cold of the north instead of with you
//hunter
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