just when I thought
it couldn’t open any more,
the heart,
the whole sky poured in
and still, though I thought
for certain it would overspill,
there was room enough
to fall in love again
and again with the touch
of your foot beneath the table,
with the color of your eyes
so like sky
Bottomless heart.
Always amazed how that is the case
Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer http://www.wordwoman.com tel. 970-728-0399
From: “comment-reply@wordpress.com” Reply-To: Date: Thursday, November 12, 2015 at 8:17 AM To: Rosemerry Trommer Subject: [A Hundred Falling Veils] Comment: “don’t ask me how”
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I like that the sky pours into the heart and the eyes are “so like the sky” — heart to eyes.