Callanish stones, Isle of Lewis

Three Poems by Nicki Griffin

Lust in the Time of Covid How can he not sneak out to meet her through the darkened streets his mask pulled high for protection against the peering CCTV. Desire becoming everything. So when she opens the door in silence, closes it with barely a click, the clothes are off before they’ve said a word. Only breathing, and touch, and lips.   Callanish Stones, Isle of Lewis She follows the twist of path through grasses and flowers bending this way...

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