and i loved you under the burning northern sky
I loved you between the sun bleached blades of grass
I loved you on the sagging front porch sinking slowly into the hard red earth
I loved you in the twin bed over the blankets burrowing my head into the fragile dips of your shoulder
I loved you over the scared kitchen table with it's wobbly left leg
I loved you in the front garden gnarled little trees heavy with stone fruit
I loved you in the back garden too your shadow through the thin fabric hanging from the close line like flags at half mast
and I loved you afterwards when you didn't know me at all
YOU ARE READING
a pebble in a pretty girl's pocket
PoezjaThinking well means looking beyond what is simply there, in a direction aimed at change.
