In the sorrow of the night
You looked absolutely
Whilst you undid the doings
And undid me then
I thought I was in Heaven -
You undid Heaven
Whilst you undid the doings, darling,
And the effort of forgetting is great
For me, greater than your effort in seeking
And finding the buttons
The buttons of my heart
Are all undone and there's nothing to be said
That's not contained perfectly in a scream.
Is crawling across the pillow towards me.
© Morag Emmerson, 1977.
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