the second

If lovers were made of dreams and parts
If lovers were made of dreams
I’d break you into parts
I’d learn how your body works
I’d palpate your heart
I’d check it was beating
in time with mine
I’d turn your body inside out
I’d analyse your mind
I’d whisper sweet nothings
into your ear
I’d watch them fly and flutter
before they disappeared
I’d plant a kiss on your lips
you’d savour the taste
If lovers were made of dreams and parts
you couldn’t be replaced
Lisa Mary Armstrong lives in South Lanarkshire with her children. She tutors law and researches women and children's experiences of the criminal justice system. In what's left of her spare time she likes writing poetry and fiction, drinking tea and tinkering with her piano.

