Treasure Island

Deborah Cox


Newborn


The folds in his neck
are sorer, hotter, wetter,
and smellier

than petals, creased - deeper
into their centre's inner
magnetism,

her nose and mouth recover
surface fur and blur
to breath

the fabric fixing her
as the softness of a skirt
clings to its little burr.

Submitted: Sunday, March 23, 2014
Edited: Monday, March 24, 2014

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