After Love

He lies 
small boy naked 
fists curled into foetal paws 
his belly pale - 
frog smooth. 
He smells of tea tree 
fresh sweat 
and loam - 
a river bank odour 
of dark undergrowth. 
He lies 
shyly furred 
tufted toes buoying 
in waterbed sleep. 
With wheat stubble cheeks 
sun burn vee 
a fiery arrow at throat 
eyes pooled 
beneath restless skin.

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