Poetry Blog by Ged Thompson
Sunshine
I love you like an atheist makes the sign of the cross; out of reflex, with no real hope of finding salvation or heaven.
I watch you like I’m a firefly trapped in a jar, sometimes envying the finality of the moth that was free enough to find its own flame to ride into peace.
I find you in the lines of love stories, the clink of a knife upon a glass, in proclamations left unsai...
Saturday 27th June 2020 3:39 pm
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