Blood and snow

Blood and snow

Those early days were the best
            when we first travelled together
and you brought blueberries
            or cherries to snack on the train

I remember how your eyes lit up
            when I asked you that question
in the Southwark Tavern and how
            unconsciously you licked your lips

I remember the night we spent
            in Bruton and all the love we made
all the fun             Snow on the platform
            where we waited for the return train

the boys throwing aimless snowballs
            across the tracks and the young sailor
telling us of his life at sea 
            and the radiance of your smile

John Lyons


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