Let Me Start That Again . . . Andrew Halsall Smith

A heavy frost of April verse, inspired (albeit not defined) by Na.Po.Wri.Mo 2016

Friday, 22 April 2016

You Can Imagine Anything

Tucked into a duvet
On the warmest summer night,
Reading books on criminals
In the dimmest bedside light,
Biting on her fingernails
Deep in concentration,
My wife is not aware of me...
But is my inspiration.
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