I Love
(Patchwork fields
Dry stone walls
The colourful squares
On an old pillow case
Fraying seams
Torn,
Tumble down sheepfolds
Tangled tree roots
When we exchange arms and legs.
Silver foil
Kit kat wrapper in my pocket
Fond memories of last night
My plug in your socket
The smell of rain
And mist on the hillsides
Flasks of greased tea
At the end of the day
Your hand on my knee
Idly feeling it’s way
Up
Dying embers
Of a country pub fire
Our muddy clothes merging
In the tumble drier)
You
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