The ghost pictures on the wall vibrating in friendly observation
Black and white ladies from an imaginary past.
Love is in the bed, drowsy humming in shadows of semi-sleep
How one heals another is written on skin, in air
Some work is the tracery of familiar scars
The hand reading pleasure
The heart beating with kind greed
Once children, we are all the same
One who wept now smiles at half dreams
An elated butterfly
Is in the room
There is no other.
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