05
We doze with limbs straight as cutlery
on an empty plate, fingers slotted tight
as wicker. Insomniac traffic echoes
with someone else's stereo. Sleepless,
we press belly to belly. The slimmest
of mirrors could not fit between us.
Bodies packed, her swell of child
fits like a socket into the cup
of my hip-bones. I breathe
her breath. On the rags of sleep
I feel my baby kick and forget for a moment
the barrier between us.
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Kirsty Logan is the final of our IdeasTap runners up to be featured on the blog. Her poetry is sparse while still managing to be sensual. And it's provocative; she embeds you in the pressing importance of a situation within a poem, yet you leave it realising she's only let you in on half the story.
Kirsty started co-founded and co-edits Fractured West, a new magazine for flash fiction. Her website and more of her poetry and writing is here.