we’re all

bleeding into each other

blurring lines and…

and blending with

cries

of pain and…

and love

my nose on

your face

running

a new race

as cold indifferent stars

look on from

above

It’s Global Poetry Month again! The prompt is a love poem… I was thinking about genetics the other day, and how modern life means we’re all merging our gene pools. Which, in a way, is the ultimate act of love. I am travelling so this jet-lagged piece is meant to be read in a sloow “Yellow/ ‘Oh Yeah'” voice to match my treacle brain.