amulet

I dreamed I was queen of the world of your dreams

All the hurts you wrap tight in your memory

Unpicking the seams I loosed a flood of dead flowers

A thousand cut flowers spilled out

To carpet a cold institional floor

For my naked feet to glide over

While my bare palm unlocked every door

I dreamed I could lift you straight into our future

And carry you from any harm

I could float back to when we never met

Pad barefoot into your past

And let my body be your amulet 

 

Photo by Hans-Jørgen Jahr @pileoftrees

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