A mother of one and lover of many, I have always written, but in fits and starts. I am not 24 (for any of those who have read my poems and are good at maths- well done) and I am here for constructive criticism and to keep a record of my work.)
Naked
I sat naked on your piano stool.
Your fingers on the keys and handwriting on the manuscript-
The notes you left on my skin still sound like they did.
Fourteen years ago.