He reached out in the night,
fingertips under her warm back
for comfort.
Mostly what they did these days
was discuss what they
were going to eat.
They’d already eaten each other,
there was nothing else to do.
Nourishment
Published by fromagreenhill on May 3, 2012 - 14:22
from the ABC set Poems from David Davidson
from the ABC set Poems from David Davidson
Comments
Silver Spun Sand | May 7, 2012 - 08:50
Much said in a few words. Food for thought, perhaps;-)
Tina