Naked
Our limbs in timelapse
Squirming, seeking life
In duvet warmth in moisture
Beneath Egyptian cotton richness
Where love gerrminates
In darkness
Like fungi
Sprouting from dirt.
Creating alien forms and babies
Wet stains, tears and darkness.
'You will leave me'
No no no
' you will leave me'.
Candles slowing time
With lazy light,
Limbs seeking life wriggling
Through creases,
Warm, wet, wanting nothing outside
This bed.
' I would die for you'
' Go on then' .
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