alfie lee writing

 

way off

when i called you a cunt
i did not mean it
a shame buried under, or loam,
swamp washed out to sea, terror

forming, battle fleet assembly,
base, or cosy place near us where we
may warm, cockles, unselfish, prised
open to infinity,

but motion of earth,
habit and temper shifting, underneath,
baby rose in the dark,
honey for the bee.



                                                               

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