It could be said that
while you were talking to
me my chest turned into a cave and
my heart became the first fire lit
by the first Neanderthal. And my
hand turned into a fist which
clutched the tiniest rose in
the universe. And it could be
said that your eyes looked
like diamonds in the middle
of a field, and it could be
said your voice was like a
lake in the middle of
a forest. Fire, lake,
diamonds, rose…
it could be said.

Danny Gunzburg (Western Australia)
First published in Danny's book Dangerous Times With The Humourless Psychologist

1 comment:

  1. This is beautiful. The chest the cave, the heart the first fire...This is love.


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