Robert Beveridge

Blockage   this feels like a lot more than ninety-eight point six but there’s always something to be said

Four Wheel Drive   That moment when you have been on the road so long

Last Night   We curled around one another and let the night drift in through the window and wash over us

Antigone   She sleeps the sleep of the content wrapped in a lover’s embrace

Awaken in Darkness   Sunday morning. We had gone to sleep in the promise we’d awaken in two hours, spend the early darkness immersing one another in the untold

Salty My lips taste of salt and of the dreams it took to make you