Under the lamppost
You brought out my coat -
vocabulary in your hands;
threw it around my shoulders,
shivering under the lamppost.
My relief was amber on your skin,
my nose under your jaw
this wind-scraped charcoal evening.
Your love was spoken
in silent black fabric:
one arm, then the other.
vocabulary in your hands;
threw it around my shoulders,
shivering under the lamppost.
My relief was amber on your skin,
my nose under your jaw
this wind-scraped charcoal evening.
Your love was spoken
in silent black fabric:
one arm, then the other.
LJ Ireton, 2024
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