Monday, 8 June 2015


Deepening torture ripples, phosphate
Glare at the horizon, your torso
Clammy about my nostrils
Like lilacs and elderflower.

A woodland glade, a thought
We countenanced together,
Breezes of gold silt,
Sensational brunches.

Tenacious lust blossoming, opining
Our own secret protocols
In the dim evasive coolness
Of our room near town.

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