Subdued ©
Lucia Mussollini
Edinburgh, Scotland
2005
My heart is a bubble for you to burst
See it drift in the breeze
See it pop in the mud
Is it made of leather or is it made of suds
Can you hold it and console it
Or does it implode at your touch
My mind is the maze you want to explore
Hitting brick walls
Pounding the soft floor
Never quite knowing if you’ve been here before
Eyes wide open looking for the door
My cave flows a river
The scent calls you close
Entwined and melting
Like the sun it can roast
You fill it and stretch it
Subduing my ghosts
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