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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