i was nine i went to bed
with an egg under my hands
on my tummy i fell asleep
chick pecking shell
pecking
slowly with blind
determination sticky little
feathers showing through here and there
untidily yolk-yellow
before sunrise we both arrived
surprised
grinning
ravenous
your heart and my hot water bottle
snuggle up in winter sheets
one at my feet one higher up
i hold your heart lightly let it
breathe in my neck closely
with intimate breath
this heart is mine that you gave
i try hard not to lie on it while sleeping
or to hurt it in any way
i exhale onto it with regularity to
warm it
and i kiss its four walls
i wake mornings filled with all of you
my insides
all out
i want to be stroked
until i fall asleep again
ever more filled than
before
every morning more
filled than before
with want
more
ravenous
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Poetrymy personal favourites in one book. these all come from older collections. hardly any of the media belong to me
