Thursday, 24 January 2013


With love so like fire they dared not 
Let it out into strawy small talk 
With love so like a flood they dared not 
Let out a trickle lest the whole crack 

These two sat speechlessly 
Pale cool tea in tea-cups chaperoned 
Stillness, silence, the eyes 
Where fire and flood strained.

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