This poem hits you like it was written to.

notalltheenglishdrinktea

 
There could have been a moment in the sun
when you would yearn for shade.
Or, once, when fires blazing burnt your face
(upon my eyes)
rough heat against your soft-
ening scent.
Like meteors burn their paths upon forbidding night
and blaze a scar upon my eyes
that only fades as I,
forgetting,
wake unto a new day’s memories.
Leave yours in my sleep.
 

29/11/11

 

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