Tuesday, 11 December 2012

Poetry bah!


your head on my belly
its weight moves with my breath
separate and complete
strange animals on a bed

while the air speckles and crackles
my fingers in your tufts and curls of hair
I remember that moment of stillness

held in a point of calamity
I notice the curtains are badly hung
as clouds move across the window



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