Midnight
On the headland
Leant unsteady to the smarting gale
Eyes crimped to sweeps of misted rain
Rivulets of pained relief
Twisting down from collared nape
Seeking fleshÂ
Afresh
A Twisting chill
Reminder of what waits at home
Whip stripes to a bloated soul.
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