In week of want

In week of want
She fell
Barely breathing
Soft down

Mother beaten
By quoll creeping
By midnight
Took her all

Plucked up
Tucked inside
The crevice of
My cleavage

Feeling beats
Smelling skin
Plucking courage
To cuddle in

Come by night
Settle in
On straw
Under lamp light

By morn I woke
She lay still
Crushed by
Weight of

Only hearing
Beats feeling
Spark of love

None else
Can be
Our light

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