Wednesday, 15 August 2012

That first night

That first night we knew,
we turned over and over, hot and
restless with the weight of it,
the passioned love or hate of it,
the vague uncertain shape of it.

That first night we knew,
we lay, blinking into our moneyed dark,
troubled what to do with it,
how to share, and who, with it,
whether we’d stay true, with it.

That first night we knew,
we waited for an unfamiliar dawn,
wary of the form of it,
the heat or torrid storm of it,
the all that glitters norm of it.

© Fran Hill

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Fran lives in the West Midlands (UK). She teaches English in a local secondary school, writes, performs, blogs, tweets and tries to resist chocolate.