Saturday 28 January 2017

Poem: NO MORNING AFTER



NO MORNING AFTER 


kissing your fingertips, 
a perfection 
in stillness and silence 

every time we love 
we make 
new vocabularies 

across a million years 
of dead leaves and dying suns 
in songs that remain unsung 

our fingers confide 
secrets 
onto another skin


Calligraphy: Karen Smithey

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