loving a bog mummy

how lovely, how sweet, how beautiful would
those eyes be,
if only they loved
you

What gorgeous constructions
would spring from those fingers,
if only they uncurled
from a fist

and that mind – how every word could be
a new and wandering adventure-
if only it could think
of anything but itself.

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