Unrequited Poem by Anthony Weir

Unrequited



In the estranging chill
of consciousness
which things
make ever colder,
your tenderness,
your sensual good-will
seemed warmer than the furs of kings,
and your hugs warmed me
like hypocausts
in this refrigerative dream.

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