She,
held her self still.
And I
recalling her face yet
that with my mouth
I forced the enquiry,
and argued the pressing
to her lips
Like those wants
of wishes sated
we had with marbled hurt
turned one back
against the other,
that was forever
like the past
both of us
going nowhere,
always
Tommy Carroll
Wed 9th Jan 2019 11:42
Thank you Cynthia, high praise indeed. Tommy