A MAGNETIC EMBRACE

By Doug Jacquier

Your healing,

seemingly random,

barely understood,

as you intend.

Finding that fluttering life muscle

behind my dead eyes,

you palpate gently

until wisdom’s heartbeat returns

These words,

these iron filings of my secret armour,

seek your magnetic orbit

and the grace of your embrace.

' P L U V I O P H I L E '