Refuelling

Running on an empty tank

That fuels up on your touch

I look to your face

And you, to mine

A thousand angels between our eyes

Your nose cold

Looking for warmth

In my bed you’ll find it

With me to hold

Author: Jack Bennett

Born in Torbay, living in Bristol. One day I will find the right words, and they will be simple.

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