The Fates

Twitch, twitch
Wiggle, wiggle
Scratch, scratch.
The prelims to falling asleep
With my arm around you
My hand holding one of your breasts
Fitting together like two spoons.

Sometimes I see a sadness
In your eyes that we didn’t
Have those twenty years together
To grow, to dream, to share.

Sometimes I see an anxiety
That the Fates may
Conspire against us.

Dunedin, NZ — February, 1992

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