tangled



tangled


I am afraid, that's right,
afraid of getting tangled in the barbwires of a dream
afraid of your arms shaped like golden bars.
Remember what other winters have meant to you:
the sea,
ships arriving without a single casualty, 
the wind,
remember the wind, my love, softening the corners.

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