Tuesday, October 4, 2016

Sarah St Vincent Welch #266 sense of time

I hear you in a stranger’s song in the night

you don’t sleep, nor do I

I taste you in salt tears
the shock and heat of chilli
as it subsides

my longing for the next meal

I touch you in a fold of skin

you smell of earth

I see you in a crack, in a shadow  


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