Friday, 28 January 2022

a child’s bed in winter

 a child’s bed in winter


that window scratched with fingernails

the icing long gone before their unfurling 

in a cold bed of breathing

a nose only peeking out later when

the temperate zones bring dreams 

of warm fruit swooning until

a sheet falls away and 

damn me is the expletive 

that is in itself a roaring fire

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