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Sea View<\/strong><\/p>\n Whenever he\u2019s not with me <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Daisy Coral Eve<\/strong> is a poet from Macclesfield, Cheshire. Having completed her MA at the Manchester Writing School at the beginning of 2018 she now lives in South Manchester. Her writing is very influenced by place and by growing up in and around the North West.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Sea View Whenever he\u2019s not with me I think of the mole on his back, espresso brown, mild in temperature and always lifting to the touch as the skin on our morning coffee, left on the side to go cold. The diver-bird-shoulder-blades I let roll like a tidal phenomenon under my hands. That […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":4,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_et_pb_use_builder":"","_et_pb_old_content":"","_et_gb_content_width":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-17776","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/17776","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/4"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=17776"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/17776\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":17846,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/17776\/revisions\/17846"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=17776"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=17776"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=17776"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nI think of the mole on his back,
\nespresso brown, mild in temperature
\nand always lifting to the touch
\nas the skin on our morning coffee,
\nleft on the side to go cold.
\nThe diver-bird-shoulder-blades
\nI let roll like a tidal phenomenon
\nunder my hands.
\nThat tide ebbs when he keels onto his back
\nand at times I have waited all day
\njust for it to come back in again.
\nOf late I have thought
\nit is enough that I am always going to love him.
\nI think I am going to make a coffee
\nand write about him to anchor myself to his absence;
\nthe paper will lift to the touch.
\nI will watch for the tide to come in.<\/p>\n