Friday, 25 December 2009


i am going to wait
slumber and envision

lick moisture from your
fatigued neck
cup you in the palm of my
innocent hands
 trail your scent though my daydreams
etch the hollow below your lip into my
starving mind
construct geographical maps of you callouses

tenderize the knuckles
make nice the bed

I sip
disappointing tea
from a chipped
blue china cup

you were never here

though i may taste the salinity
hold the weight
clutch at the scent
trace the hollow
recite the capitals

take note, the elasticity
tug the sheet

and taste the tea

you were but a

(Written 25/12/09. Dedicated to H. C.)

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