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Emma Hill Feb 2017
Hands
calloused and strong lift my veil, carry me over the threshold
Turn shadows into birds when wings falter, cup round the flame biting my cigarette
Tilt my face to share a sweet kiss, rest gently against blushing cheeks
Shelter from the cold, warm me in and out and in and...
Flip through musty book pages done up with dog ears and underlines
Brush curls from his face, sweep sweet sweat from his brow
In the dirt transfer love to the life created within it
Emma Hill Feb 2017
We rearranged the furniture and I sat like a stone, wondering
what it was like to be a stranger in one's own home
The floor creaks are unfamiliar but the bed is known and
The coffee is always stronger when boiling water is left alone
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