• Vol. 06
  • Chapter 04
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Kissing away a small irritation

You are beautiful. Beneath the visor I see
the child you were. What’s in your pocket?
Is it a coin for luck? I wouldn’t blame you for
rubbing the face away, we live in difficult times.
My talisman is a warm pink stone.
Son, do you see the lines on my face where
life danced over me? Your face is smooth
as an egg, as if every night you sink into
a sweet sleep and wake next to your lover.
Good. Enjoy your love, heart open like a barn
door, music you can only just hear, a white peach.
Your darling bending over you, murmuring,
thumb gentle over a closed eye,
kissing away a small irritation.