Sunday, July 15, 2012

Love Bites

I'm lying in bed and looking
At the marks on my arms,
The polka-dot pattern of
Four days old insect bites,

The likes of which I have not seen
Since after that infamous night
Almost two years ago when
We struggled to set up our tent
For the night at the end of
My friend's big back garden
Near the woods, without a light,
Swarmed by midges from the ditches,

Before the late evening heat
Faded and icy cold came in,
And I held you close at dawn
To try to stop you shivering,
And even though there is no mark
To show it I can still feel
Your soft cold cheek against mine
Long after we last embraced.

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