She came to me with pride
and her sealed conditions
said she wanted someone she could trust
with a rousing proposition
to ease her cobwebbed lust
It was cold out there on the avenue
I’d been walking lonely for some way
it was the idleness of her greeting
it was the hint of warmth within
There was little choice to make
and nothing smart in my reply
‘just come inside, keep it between
the universes of you and I’
It was an idle flame that we both tended
its very dimness was the whole idea
but standing up to leave one morning
I must have knocked
a pillow into the flame…
[2019]
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