‘Two’ – Commended in Mother’s Milk Books Writing Prize 2017


You two

Soft hair and sweet curves

Your bellies don’t know fear

At least,

only the fairytale sort

of wolves and storms and darkness.


I watch you

the agelessness beneath

the vulnerability of skin.

My love,

burns the palms of my hands

as I lay them to your cheeks.


I need you,

the physicality of need

a cold-water gasp of ecstasy

A punch,

straight to my gut, my core

where you nestle, as before.


You sleep

entwined in a starfish embrace

your limbs fluid as water.

I reel,

with force of ambivalent longing

for you.

for R and F