It’s morning, just, and I sit here
Thinking of you – although you’ve just left
I smell your aftershave and I still think it’s naff
It’s quiet here when you’ve gone
And I have all the bed to myself
©cih04
starcline - less a blog, more a derailed train of thought
About Me
- clinestar
- Part time poet, full time librarian, student of the delights of milk chocolate. Likes books, milk, paddling, poetry, scribbling, chocolate, notebooks, sea, piers. Not necessarily in that order. All work copyright cih.