Twice Poem by GRANT FRASER

When morning is mourning,
and night night...
between bodies hot!
or heavy heart beats
in other rooms,

Or sneaking back
before i go,
and miss you
or turn thought
back as far as it will go...

Catapulted lovers!

And trample up to the red van
twice, everything is doubling
up inside,

Because one chance kills
the lonely solitary figure
skidding through moonlight
to his job,

Forgetting love issues,

Or love's strewn tissues,
crumpled like white messages
all over the floor,

I'm coming back - back,
back to back - spines aligned,

Remember your colorful pyjamas,

so you can be here,
even when your not...