the dawn
like a shy bride
touched my cheeks
with one soft
golden finger
and dropped
a dewy kiss
time to face
the agony of being alive
in a world wrapped
in the tortured arms
of the Earth.
touched my cheeks
with one soft
golden finger
and dropped
a dewy kiss
time to face
the agony of being alive
in a world wrapped
in the tortured arms
of the Earth.
Wedding
anniversary
It’s
our wedding anniversary
twenty
five years
of
smiling at his girlfriends
watching
him text all night
smiling
pain when
he
reaches for me.
His
mother watches too
how
long I hang on
to
him.
A
pretence to marital bliss
when
all you feel is this
that
the neck of the celebratory chicken
may
be replaced with his
as
sharp as the knife
as
keen as your pain
habit or beloved
he said it once
I love you
and will take
care of you
he even signed
the piece of legal nonsense
that made me
his.
Twenty years on
we still sleep two spoons
in the middle of
the bed
holding hands,
but sometimes
I wonder,
am I his habit
or beloved?
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