Poems

Cold-blooded

4 July 2015

9:00 AM

4 July 2015

9:00 AM

An unidentified lizard,
the same size
as a Grecian stick,
the colour of dirtied sand,
holds the dissolving
power of invisibility.

Only by the abrupt weird-
angle turn of the head
is its presence revealed;
only this and movement
swift and soundless
as vanished moments,

as previous love,
here and gone,
here and gone,
so limbs and friction
seem almost never
to have been involved.

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