by Louise Halvardsson
She walks in beauty of the night before
wearing winter on the first day of spring
Straight out of bed with an aching head
wrapped his coat around her dress
and stuck her hands in gloves too big
She walks in beauty of the night before
unwashed hair slaps her face
distant traffic tickles her ears
It wasn't for him to take
it wasn't for him
did he even take it?
She walks in beauty of the night before
stops and checks her knickers in a public toilet
drops his coats and gloves too big
But him who made her smell
is left in bed and in her head
She walks in beauty of pleasure to come
shares an ice-cream with the sea gulls
but she can't eat away the taste
It wasn't for him to take
it wasn't for him
it didn't even hurt
She walks in beauty of something lost
carrying the memory of the night
her head is getting light
it wasn't for him to take
but he was there
and someone had to be the first.
Louise Halvardsson was born in Sweden in 1982 but moved to England in 2001 because she fell in love with Brighton.
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