‘Two’ – Commended in Mother’s Milk Books Writing Prize 2017
You two
Soft hair and sweet curves
Your bellies don’t know fear
At least,
only the fairytale sort
of wolves and storms and darkness.
I watch you
the agelessness beneath
the vulnerability of skin.
My love,
burns the palms of my hands
as I lay them to your cheeks.
I need you,
the physicality of need
a cold-water gasp of ecstasy
A punch,
straight to my gut, my core
where you nestle, as before.
You sleep
entwined in a starfish embrace
your limbs fluid as water.
I reel,
with force of ambivalent longing
for you.
for R and F