Tuesday 18 December 2018
Anya Three
Blows flame across my tears,
share jokes in the dust,
then disappears,
I knew you in Gaol,
a blanket for our trust,
always cheers me never fails,
what brought you here,
in the leaden dusk,
a woman once so clear,
ice blue as the rails,
a rider till she's bust,
absorbed in all her ways,
no one could get near,
that spark that never shuts,
a Swallow for her experience,
haunts me like the deer,
I did what I could,
smoking a cigarette she appears,
I put away the years,
her lively face thrust,
over mine a laughing beer,
perfume like musk.
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