September 13, 2017

Manchester

[Written 23.5.17]

I woke you from your hot nest of sleep;
I had hardly taken in the headline.
One kiss, and I slip back to my bed
To hear grave tones of shellshock and shrapnel
Refusal to despair.
The low thud again.
Children gone.
Makes me not want to let you out of my sight
Nor to forget your sleepy heat on my lips.

Karen

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