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Open Heart
Your wound in my
heart
Parts and heals,
Parts and heals
Like a miracle
Like the Red Sea
Flowing and flooding
my chest,
Bleeding for you,
Sending through the
cord
All of me that still
attaches to you.
Your ribs part like
the hills
Under a seismic
shudder
And all of my life
pours in –
Again and again we
part
But never separate.
You are Titanic but
not sinking,
A giant borne of
Greek ichor,
Whole units of holy
fluid
Channelled into your
veins.
All I hear is your
beating
All I touch is the
air that fills you.
In my totality I
feed you still,
My corpuscles are
your body –
They dance and
strengthen
From your core to
your fingertips,
I have you floating,
flying,
Suspended inside me
Waiting to be
reborn.
Lines, drains,
wires,
Spider-web out from
you
In a matrix of time
–
Cocooning, cradling,
Marking out the
spaces between
The bleeping and
pulsing,
Where you are held
rock steady
In the birthing
place.
Safe.
Safe.
© Helen Ramoutsaki 2007
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