His face broke free <br />From mine. <br />In thirteen years he had not seen <br />Another’s skin, <br />Except hers. <br /> <br />Two children hence, a lifetime clean <br />But now, <br />Not anymore. <br /> <br />Soft hand of time, <br />A mind, alive again. <br /> <br />I dive away, I’ve learned before <br />The pain of theft <br />From settled homes. <br /> <br />Trembling, we both. Guilty. <br /> <br />He leaves the air full <br />With the smell of a fallen angel.<br /><br />Sonja Broderick<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/except-hers/
