Saying less
Each word
Wears armour
And quiet on the inside
Like a post-coital evening
The cold bites
But doesn’t break the skin
No matter how hard
It sinks its teeth into me
What time is left
Never wasted
Enjoying the moment
As it arrives
As it passes
Flint walls frame
A hard, bright
Winter sun
I burn with it
MB Blissett 