Poems

Poem

All night Tippi and I lie with our arms
wrapped around each other
like rope.
I bury my face in her neck
and she wakes every now and then
to kiss the top of my head

Poem

The building is white,
ivy eating its way up the broken walls,
windows small
and scratched.

Poem

The walls of the room are white and clean -
all sign's of yesterdays sorrows scrubbed
away with bleach.