Passing the time with love.

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my limpet arm clamps around your slender frame containing what matters
challenging the shifting sand

my head nestles in the dip of your languid armpit
right hand cups the elegant curve of your shoulder blade angular bone nudging thin flesh clinging to the slope of your ribcage jutting hipbone feeling your blood pulsing heat that spreads to my skin until I ignite but rather burn than let go and we breathe together burrowing deeper into our cocoon-safe haven for a while

gently snoring
ignore the world outside
as slatted sunlight pools the bed

we are all shrinking

Jane Ayres rediscovered poetry late in life whilst studying for a Creative Writing MA in Kent at the age of 57. It's been a revelation!

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