Friday, 4 October 2013

My Poetry: Her Hands were Warm

Her Hands were Warm


Her hands were warm
where yours were cold.

Love disappeared,
 a stranger to us both.
 
I never meant to let you know
that way, but it happened,

when I wasn’t sure
if purity existed,

so when she pointed to salvation
I took that lethal dose

and now the high is wearing thin
I realise that love is starting again

without prejudice or past
and without believing it will last.

So babs I don’t mind who you wake with tomorrow
just know you’re on my mind right now.

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