My Hands are Light Blue

Silent gesture of unbeing: Silk slip slips, Upslips, unslips up. Cold elbow outcrooked In gesture silent unbent Unto ungesture Untowards unseeing.

Calm blue hands Grope towards a silent unmade gesture, Which palmed unpalmed Might be held awhile Between two blue – Until unblue, unheld. Gesture unmade Towards a silent Unmeant unmeaning.

Cold little mouth Still opens and closes At the heart of all of this. Mouth unmouthed, Unopened, unspoken, And would it even unburden me If it was.

Somerville College
Woodstock Road, Oxford,
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