Tuesday, 25 January 2011


a long slow remembrance of skin
on the soft edge of a hard memory
the taste of all night folding in
and spread until the morning

your hands searching out beneath
the folds and tucks of us
and then your face so serious
suddenly caught and loved ferociously

a memory unhinged against a hope
the moment when our hearts
and all belief thrown tumbling
into a brave new world of touch

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