My darling man
You were so tired,
That you didn’t feel
Me kissing your back
In the night as you slept,
But I could feel
The vibrations of your snores,
Against my lips
And I was comforted,
Knowing you were alive
Warm and snug beside me,
Laying on your side
With my body pressed close,
Listening to your fitful breaths
Punctuate the half darkness,
I knew we were safe.
Diane Scantlebury
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- Conversation Overheard - Diane Scantlebury
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- The Wind's Words - Tony Gardner
- She didn't care - Bryant Doyle
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- What Is? - Martyn Legg
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- The Riddler - Tony Bradley
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