Melinda Smith

Safe

 

in a locked room
I visit between waking and sleeping
is a memory of your chest against mine
everything is brighter, and heavier
and the impossible pounding
under your shirt buttons
which I can almost hear
tells me
this will live also
in a locked room
of yours

 

From Drag down to unlock or place an emergency call
Published by Pitt Street Poetry

 
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