By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

Succumb to her
soft measures – offered
within embraces
and gripped

enough to start
to understand
how you fit into her

You have not been
touched as lightly –
not enough to harden –
for such a time –

that clock stopped
Sleep fitfully
in case it is left
to wind down again

Mike Bell Poetry

Mike Bell aims to write 10,000 poems, stick them up here one at a time, and then take a nap. By then he should be about 85 years old and have out-gunned PD, dementia, and the end of days. Possibly. Before the floods and fires. Mike Bell is found working for money as a freelance set designer.

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