Ultrasound

Ultrasound

 

 

We were spies on her world –

her safe house of skin. She

was etched in silver: moving, human.

 

 

She swam in a booming cave,

fathoms down. Heavy rope mooring her.

Round face, round eyes, ooh of mouth.

 

 

Gingerbread baby, currant eyes.

At home, I twist wool around needles,

craft garments, every stitch a wish.

 

 

 

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