Not as Before
What creature, crawled
silently in my night
Quietly as a pack of
tongued dripping dogs
A pack of cards, a pack
of lies, a pack of a thousand whys
Alone, cold as old
stone, the frigid fright
Traumatised, stuck to
my belly as mating frogs
Not as before, not
secure, no more morning’s bright sunrise
Just the breath of her
heat, the pounding beat
Beyond a newly painted
door
No longer yours, not as
before
Harry Mills, Philippines,15th November
2011
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