Thursday, 6 September 2012

Right now
I try to avoid thoughts of
the way you kiss my hair, my neck.

I focus on words spent
the truths expressed
the cold, unemotive prose that
wraps up the matter at hand.

We were never planned.

So I must stop seeking signs
and instead use my mind

not the plague of a child's
view of love.

With love, Beau xx


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