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bedWe share the bed with

the kid-glove tolerance of

first-time lovers.

 I ask which side you sleep on;

you insist ‘move around as much

     as you like –

don’t worry about me.’

(I can foresee a time

when the same will be snapped

in bitter, sarcastic reproach.)

Restraint, consideration

will turn to iodine splashing

into open wounds.

 For now, we’re at that ‘handle-with-caution’,

best-behaviour, no-bad-habits-indulged stage.

Goods on approval,

just trying them out for size,

aware that we may need to return

each other, undamaged,

within thirty days.

Photo by Belinda.

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