THE DAINTY MONSTERS
Michael
Ondaatje
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Christmas Poem 1965
You are in purple
with the red of the tree
moving into your skin
like my love my love
You spread your head
and empty your hair, thin
like silk over me
with your feet
red
and I uncover your ears
red
The birds on the sofa
move with the hour
while we
branch on the rug
stretch like a flower
and love moves
down the hill of your knees
to follow your dress
like snow moving down
A quietness of mountain
till we stun at nerves
leaving love like rain
and your body is red
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