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POEM: nearly midnight on a Sunday

nearly midnight on a Sunday

it’s nearly midnight on a Sunday
the time when I start wondering
who’ll next be beside me when
it’s nearly midnight on a Sunday
when the snow is blowing against
the window and the bed creaks as
we move closer under the blankets
skin on skin, warm and content

1 December 2013
Oak Street

Published in My poems Oak Street Poem-A-Day 2013 Poetry

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