Sunday 31 May 2015

Park Mornings

Ignorance
became her friend
the night
of broken bones
her ally
as she sat
in the new hours
drinking wine
from a
green-necked bottle
her lips stained
with unstolen kisses
It was
most beautiful
to see the sunrise
Over an innocent day
And nothing lovelier
than the way
escape looked
in the shadows
under her eyes.



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