Gingerly along the mantelpiece,
Dislodging only a postcard, faded and irrelevant
To others, of Arundel,
A reminder of a carpark's touching,
His callused fingers found my heart,
Made my nipple like spring blossom,
The cat, black, silky, thought's sluicegate,
Landed with padded paws, licked fur and went:
Soft, heavy footsteps on my heart
As painful as snow.
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