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written by: Polly Oliver
@Polrocksnbones
Later,
Her heart was in havoc again-
When the ghost of his scent
Re-filled her breath
As she pulled off her sweater;
Pausing arms up- pink at the wrists.
Pressing her face
To the lingering trace
Of the one who had peeled
Away each layer
Of her persona,
To reveal
The open need.
Polly Oliver
JAN/FEB 2017 AUTHOR OF THE MONTH at Spillwords.com
A mother of two boys, scribbling from the Western coasts of the UK, mainly poetry, but whatever comes out really. Former journalist and PR professional, the first whispers of middle age and declining eyesight made having a real go at 'real writing' a little more urgent. A Cornish native, I made my home in South West Wales so the sound of the sea sighs through my work every now and then. Lover of nature, yoga, boutique coffee shops and occasional (and very dreadful) surfer.
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