A new flame

It wasn’t the best of rests,
but it was the sweetest night of sleeplessness.
We laid through
dark, dawn and day,
dizzy with kisses.

In her dressing gown and slippers,
she made for the kitchen
to make me buttered toast and tea.
I stood
and kindled her smile.

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