A wonderfully worded opening verse of this poem.

I travel by night.
Lying there, holding my lover,
my hand on his back,
I feel the texture of his skin
as it moves with his breathing,
sloughing, like chamois leather
or lizard skin.
My mind goes to the shadows.
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Claire de la Varre
Denise Larkin, BA (Hons)
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Jan 20, 2025
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A wonderfully worded opening verse of this poem. Beautifully written. Shared on all social media sites using the Medium friend link.
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Written by Denise Larkin, BA (Hons)
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Mastodon: @dlarkin121@me.dm An author/writer of fiction novels and poetry living in London writing about her experiences on Medium. dlarkin121@gmail.com
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