We give up our single beds.
Somewhere in the house,
somebody
is testing your earlobe
with her teeth.
Somebody sweats.
Remember
that accordion
in the upstairs back bathroom.
How it eyed us both
from the bidet.
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Sunday, 12 October 2014
A LOVE NEST
Labels:
accordion,
bathroom,
erotic,
love poem,
love poetry,
poem,
poetry,
sex,
Vicky Morris,
workshop
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