Blue lipped kissed,

laid your cheek on the ice

and searched for a gap

you would slip beneath.

Like hunting for pennies

beneath kitchen counters,

their copper wink bite

so, so cold in your palm.

And a creaking below

of sheets shifting, rising,

a threat to throw you out

into the wakeful night.

What you would give

for stillness

another side of the looking-glass.

Thank you for stopping by, and if you enjoyed the poem above then you might enjoy my poetry collection ‘It’s All In The Blood’ which can be purchased from Amazon.co.uk or Amazon.com. It’s a self-published collection so I have to rely on readers buying and reviewing the book to help promote it, especially in places such as the USA. Thank you again for your time.