dwelling

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

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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.