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A WARM NIGHT
my hand is laid
across her rising belly
as she sleeps
through our open window
the airs, a simple song
from town below
under its weight
and her breathing
my heart collapses
into dream
Published 9th Sep 2016
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Anonymous
9th Sep 2016 8:31pm
I love this, Geoff. So peaceful
✨Trish
✨Trish
30th Sep 2016 2:39pm
Thank you, dear Trish, sorry it's taken so long to respond was in a kind of cocoon this summer - transitioning to full implementation of my new brain - a citalopram (Celexa) induced simplification where there is only one voice in my head at a time... requiring a massive rethink...
