To celebrate, here is a new poem from one of my favourite poets.
afternoon nap
her leg wrapped around mine
the hole in her jeans a reminder
of work I should have done
her ink stained fingers touch
my rough dry cheek
while she naps
my thoughts swing from folding
clothes to hurts that can befall
this trusting girl
I can only shake them
where her head dips
in time with my breath
I store this closeness
guard it, feed it slivers of certain love
for those inevitable times
when the pendulum
will swing to the other side
Beautiful .......and poignant
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