Anne Walsh: Thursday 14th April, 2016 #14 Lamps

Lamps

 People  have lamps for bodies.

When you’re in hurricane love you can see

it, the light

house, the summer

rental for the soul  shiver


sideways


like unexpected  fireworks that make

a  holiday. 

The human body is an arsonist.

At  any minute she razes what you accepted

and shouldn't have.

But don’t blame yourself,

there was never an escape plan.

You were meant to die this way.   All lit up.