my heart is a pigeon
looking to roost
eyeing your architecture
scanning your ledges
give me the thinnest measure
of a fond glance:
I will shimmy between the spikes
of your affection, home
at last
~~~
the thinnest measure
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Ellen Symons Writes
A Space to be Filled 
Particularly liked “shimmy between the spikes of your affection”!
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Ha, thanks, me too! I think it’s my favourite line.
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