Lycia - Peter Adams

Below the hills

Below the hills

A wander where the grasses grow wild

Off the road, we strayed

The sun dozed, we laid

In loops of dust

One long day closes in a glow

The body rebels and breaks

And little pieces are planted all over

Night-time swells

Draw us in

On stilts over the sea

Fall asleep

Fall asleep along the hall beside the yellow room

Rebuild this atticmind:

The glow that grows

Beneath my bones