In a slow drawn focus the concrete
blocks that prop up my view of the sky
morph soft and easy like double
brie melting into a shirred close-up shot
of the pores and the craters and the
tiny colourless hairs that populate
this particular space, this winsome spot
near your chin on your handsome face.
I am not confused that rigid edged
substances surrounding us bend
and sweetly blend into the lines
of your mouth or the crinkles around
your eyes, I am not surprised for this house
is as much a part of as all of you.
© I.D. Carswell
