This is love by Nadia Kingsley When I awake
you are hidden –
under a mound of duvet.
I may just see a bit of chin
as you try to keep the day
from getting in.
Your breath may smell
of stale beer and nicotine
but I am overwhelmed
by a sense of belonging.
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Security blanket
If the dead could speak
> This is love
When you left
On a sunny day |
