I carry all these
years
of summers
in my body
heat, light, salt water
ache and split
like an overripe tomato
knees, wrists and shoulders
stained by the sun
and worn
like old pyjamas
soft, familiar
hoping it will last
the high hum
late and golden
overblown
sighs the end
of another
season
it’s already darker
now
in the mornings
but still
the ghost-warmth
in clothes just
stepped-out-of
on the floor
oh
don’t leave
too soon
please
love
another one
almost done
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Image: Claire Doble
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