Fragment

 

 

For a while  I walked

With your small hand in mine

Sister, wondering where it would fit

The body once whole

 

Flat on your princely thigh

Or straight at attention

The marble fingers for elegance

Folded like a gift

 

You accompanied me for a while

In the hollow dungeon

Where shadows blur

Trusted not to deliver

 

You had not moved from the centre

Only I had travelled underground

To kiss your cartouche glowing forever

Among the shadows playing with your hand