26 April 2012

It’s freezing heater’s broke share sofa holding close living room dark

I wake once in the night sparks flying between eyes though I can’t see

You burrow deep down back tight for warmth coins, tic-tacs filters, receipts

I follow clutching hands your shoulders slim waistband. Morning’s moving

Both of us say nothing but we talk the light in smiling, tired

Through next door kitchen sounds dogs and cats sleep around each other

J. x

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