Saturday, October 1, 2016

Sarah St Vincent Welch #263 another (inspired by SR and C cold poems)





the wall I lean my face against
the bed that does not warm
clank of tin,
ice on the window
chill toes burn

the warmth of another's body
open my coat
lift the cover
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