(Tomorrow is m'lady's birthday. If you follow her on Twitter, wish her happy birthday then. I wrote this as a gift for her, in a car, this morning, on my BlackBerry. I made some editorial changes and additions, but it is 95% the same as the fevered note I made.)
somehow your hands
have seen me
before this
and loosed
into the air
i soar
in impossible wonder
and words wanting
to know
the how
of here and now
which is unfolding
urgently
in a shorthand
of finger strokes
my soul
a canvas of
slight and seeming
feathered phrases
i won't recall
but for the mysteries
that you
have mined and met
in me
Beautiful. (TheBosha/Twitter)
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