Will Davis – in the morning, i prepare

watching your hands
where one day i 
will tangle them
in conclusion

i disassemble
an apple 
knowing i have 
briefly bested death

paring skin
from fiber
unmasked flesh
of promises

small parcels cast
from me tumble
peel and drop
giving ground

does it matter
very much now
our names said 
as we slept

will it change
the pulsing heart
at my window
drifting past

Will D. is a nurse, drifting southeasterly. Previous works in Southchild Lit, Twin Pies Lit and Dreams Walking. Further scribblings @ByThisWillAlone.