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scent<\/strong><\/p>\n turn my head salt and me on your skin your ashes in my small room you are calling me\u00a0\u00a0 words and words I feel\u00a0\u00a0 I want to touch and where your head was <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Morgaine Merch Lleuad<\/strong> is a poet and novelist, and a tutor\/lecturer in poetry and\u00a0 creative writing at Exeter University and the OU, respectively.\u00a0 Her\u00a0 poetry has been published in various magazines, including Orbis, The Interpreter’s House, Iota, <\/em>and The Frogmore Papers.<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" scent turn my head and you are racing creaking oak\u00a0 and silver racing to rubber and salt salt and me on your skin taste myself on you taste my sweet blood roses to see\u00a0 and wash us away your ashes in my small room too many tears to clean them and no […]<\/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-7123","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7123","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=7123"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7123\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":7125,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7123\/revisions\/7125"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=7123"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=7123"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=7123"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nand you are racing
\ncreaking oak\u00a0 and silver
\nracing to rubber and salt<\/p>\n
\ntaste myself on you
\ntaste my sweet blood
\nroses to see\u00a0 and wash us away<\/p>\n
\ntoo many tears to clean them
\nand no photographs
\ntoo little time<\/p>\n
\nelectric and ink
\nmusic\u00a0 songs through water
\nsinging you slender<\/p>\n
\nleft with the song of you
\nplaying my guitar
\nwith the smell of your fingers still on it<\/p>\n
\nthat beautiful head
\na stain of old blood
\nand faint woodsmoke<\/p>\n