Different, I thought you were
the new dawn,
clear pale air in my throat:
gulping down the clean white
and honey gold spinning cobwebs on
my skin, I thought
you were hope
that survived on the wing of a kite,
ribbons still flailing and
streaming along,
on its back I'd be safe,
wind carving my cheekbones and
whipping my hair
to a frenzy, I thought you were
a fortress of solitude,
you invited me in whilst I rebuilt
my own;
in a funny way, I thought you
were home.