Her heart was in havoc again-

When the ghost of his scent

Re-filled her breath

As she pulled off her sweater;

Pausing arms up- pink at the wrists,

Pressing her face

To the lingering trace

Of the one who had peeled

Away each layer

Of her persona,

To reveal

The open need.


14 thoughts on “all tied up

      1. Oh my God, it is freaking awesome! I love ‘song pulled taut from a dark Welsh lung/ I am the memories of Silure and beast….’
        Mind if I share with Welsh friends on Facebook and on my Dylan and Cymru Pinterest board?

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