“LOVERS” 13th Sept 01

We lie together, naked
in a puddle of our love
stolen moments, unadmitted
your hair splayed
like a tigers mane

as the world tries
to tear love apart with its fists
our kisses live forever
the sum more than the whole of the parts
we are stronger.
Lovers.

drinking won’t bring her back
wanting won’t bring her back
nothing will ever bring her back
except...
no, nothing
nothing can bring her back

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