The London Hours, 2012

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On a frozen wagon
death cold……..as all

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on lines…….. sitting
on bundles of clothes

.

being carried
elsewhere……..having only

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a week to exchange
the new linens

.

on sales they were
may not their large fitting

.

satisfy us……..may they be too lose
or synthetic fakes……..may you be lying

.

once again I……..trusting my hands into
yours and being padded by foggy

.

love……..it used to be easy
to share time and a bed

.

to feel cozy while naked
in winter……..to launch

.

gazes smiles and darts
and be……..happy

.

for an infinite night.
Hours were coughing

.

and lasting long
clicking silently away

.

us pushed on shore
as limbless,

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cold blooded,
animals.

.

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