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December 1, 2016

 Hanging just above her eyebrow

A birthmark like a drop of treacle

In a bowl of coconut milk

Dissolving, reaching out

To claim unconquered territory


Some days, its shape was an island

Perhaps somewhere we had once

Lived out our lives in Sapphic bliss

The next

A storm cloud heavy with rain

Against the blanket sky

Where we laid our heads in rest

Till the Earth called to us once more


The day you left

You took them all with you


When we next met I asked

What happened to your birthmark?

(where I laid my head down to dream)

You said you had it removed


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