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Blind Waiting

It will be like a warm blanket

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I guess
he’s
waiting
til we
become like
an old
married
couple —
that
way
when I
stroke
his
forehead
chestnipples
neck and lips
it will be like
a warm
blanket
lulling
us both
to
sleep.

Ann Marie Steele

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Ann Marie Steele
Ann Marie Steele

Written by Ann Marie Steele

I write about love and loss, what I observe and experience — I write about hope. My writing has been described as resiliently defiant.

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