Sunday, 13 January 2013


she was
not unlike
a spanish girl
sprawled there
on a boardwalk
in the sun
in her hipsters
bare midriff
deep belly-button
set in a sallow skin
on a hot july afternoon
sparks come alive in me
walking on Weymouth's sands
 after 35 years
i wish
i could remember
her name.
awake all night
not touching you
an owl perched
near the open window
a bowl of chestnuts
to keep the spiders away
wondering how
to get into your arms
or was it just
a bad dream?
(JULY 2005/AUGUST 2010/JANUARY 2013)

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