Janice Windle - (For Dónall) Skin

Waking with closed eyes
I lie with your warm thigh
pressing on my leg.

I feel your hand rests
caressing, on my sleeping head,
fingers on my cheek,

My eyelids open
on empty darkness. And yet
my skin recalls you.

Janice Windle

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