I saw this picture and was inspired to write a couple of pieces based on it. One from the females perspective and one from the males, not something I’m overly qualified to write about. But having spent some time in my life homeless I wanted to give an idea of the feeling of isolation from society that acts as a huge barrier to getting yourself back on track. It is at moments like these, companionship is all you desire and in most cases, more than you can hope for…

Enjoy.

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Homeless in Love (Female)

All life’s possessions stored in a bag,
Walking together, holding his hand.
Feeling the wind, the rain and the sleet.
Curled up each night, hard footpath, cold feet.

Wake up to fingers, cold to the tip.
Brushing of hair, hands shaking, soft lips.
Gentle arms tight, for me to be warm.
A loving embrace, askew from the norm.

Traffic around us, we wake and stretch out.
Sit up into arms, he rocks me and pouts.
Flick his lip, laughter, morning is warm.
Stand up, arms locked, head off for the shore.

Bath time, no soap, saltwater for clothes.
Shower on beach, a bucket, or hose.
Scrubbing together in front of the locals;
Staring and grinning like half-bred hick yokels.

Day rolls by, night comes on, stomach is sore,
Thinking of doctors, hah, drugs from the store.
Arms there as always, they’re holding me close.
Sleep now and love him…extra large dose.

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I shall add the male piece in time.

Thank-you for reading.

CW

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where there’s hope, there’s an author trying to prove it.