To a friend who shares coffee
you offer sugar,
love,
and a biscuit.
Night trained like a metronome,
is a dark lounge astride your kitchen window.
And a cool beacon,
the fridge-light ********** her briefly with the lick of its wake.
Across smooth tiles
the pleasant stealth of bare-feet,
certain rapture
and seductive inclusion is
love like a biscuit half eaten.
Jan 10, 2015
Jan 10, 2015 at 8:47 PM UTC
To a friend who shares coffee
you offer sugar,
love,
and a biscuit.
Night trained like a metronome,
is a dark lounge astride your kitchen window.
And a cool beacon,
the fridge-light ********** her briefly with the lick of its wake.
Across smooth tiles
the pleasant stealth of bare-feet,
certain rapture
and seductive inclusion is
love like a biscuit half eaten.
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