About this time, I get fearful that you will not arise
Go and light the lamp by the kettle
Turn off the computer and rub your eyes

The trees might be creaking a little
Cold rain spattering the window
Or maybe the stars are performing
Hot little dances in the nude blue arena

About this time we may lie down together
Pull off some clothes and I lay my head
On your chest for a while, listening
To its abstract beats.
Impatience and hunger
Getting the better of us before long

Kindness would flow into our hands
Scorching the air till it thawed
In that shivering room.

I am fearful that I won’t know you now
The map of moles, hairs, the beautiful fault lines
Of misunderstanding and misalignment


I am fearful each day when the clock chimes
That we won’t be making some love soon,
and we won’t…

This is it.

Veronica Aldous 2016 all rights reserved


About Veronica Aldous

Writer and artist, Veronica is a lecturer is Fine Art and Creative Writing. Her first book of poems, 'Moon Cinema' is now available on Lulu.com. Now there is also 'Mortal' her second book.
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