We could be

We could be


overlapping feathers
upon the same wing

a double weave
silence and song

the same rhythm of hooves
the needle and the groove

chocolate caramel fingers
sharing the same sleeping bag

two trombones
tied in a knot

two poured paints
swirling in the whirlpool

the still eye of the storm
cradling a new colour


washing machines
cycles synchronised
making our escape
shuffling out of the laundrette
bellies full of clothes
stained with summer
tumbling together
the gaping O’s
of our toothless mouths
frothing with love


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