She brings it in with her,
the rain,
clung to the tip of her nose
and through her hair
so it’s blacker than night.
Strips out of her waterproofs
till she has shape.
Colour,
risen high in her cheeks,
on the knuckles of her hands.
Reveals the desperation of it,
crept through
zips and openings.
Slid a caress down her neck
till she bears a collar of its touch.
Trails it deeper into the kitchen,
Siren kettle
a song to sodden socked feet,
printing a vanishing trail
across the tiles.
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