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Feb 2015
I see you at my door,
huddled against the night
in your Kermit-green jacket
and purple pants
like a refugee from a rainbow.
Patiently waiting
for my enfolding arms,
to spirit you upstairs
for flannelette passion
which makes us feel safer
than the safest ***.
Copyright, Andrew M. Bell. Thanks to the Valley Micropress, an Upper Hutt-based international publication in whose pages this poem first appeared.
Written by
Andrew M Bell  Christchurch, Aotearoa/NZ
(Christchurch, Aotearoa/NZ)   
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