“Presents I snipped and stitched my soul to a little black dress, hung my heart on a necklace, tears for its pearls, my mouth went for a bracelet, gracing your arm, all my lover's words for its dangling charms, and my mind was a new hat, sexy and chic, for a hair of your head on my sleeve, like a scrawled receipt.” LovePoetryPoemCarol Ann Duffy Book:Rapture Source: Rapture