Wednesday, 17 November 2010

On Christmas Morning

I wake Christmas morning
to find a
around you,
and I untie the bow of your mouth
with my tongue,
devouring your silk
and opening my present.

Your festive skin
is a scented candle
from the night before;
in peeling it away
I see your heart
and thank you –
just what I wanted.

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