Coffee dripping Spanish TV lull,
epic swells of violins and violence
but under covers, soft and warm.
Our house is lit with amber
lamps, our suds are soaked.
We scattered over motel
floors and broke the seal, pushed
together and sighed back
under the billow of heaven's roof.
Monday 8 June 2009
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