Helios and other bedfellows

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We wake to sunshine;
 

not the bland lemony light
that fingers blonde venetians,
 

but a fizzing mirrorball,
blistering
between linens,
 

livid,
and white to the touch.
 

Later,
 

limbs smouldering
in the ruck of scorched sheets,
 

fingertips
trace vellum palms,
 

sifting
 

for the tender balm
of borrowed verse.
 
 

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2 Comments

Filed under Free Verse, Poetry

2 responses to “Helios and other bedfellows

  1. There is nothing like a return to submerging yourself in one of your favorite poets. 🙂 Hello my friend, I hope all’s well–lovely work as ever!

  2. Hello Chris, what a lovely surprise! I’m great thanks. Not writing as much as I was but ticking over. Hope you’re well also cariad.

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