my husband bought me this lovely book , the Penguin’s Poems for Love, selected by Laura Barber – its enlightening to open a page each day and read a short poem.
You’ve just shaved and you smell of cream
I’m watching you press the metal point
Between buttons, over a collar, into-a-seam.
When you’ve left, I open the wardrobe quietly
I want to climb in and hang there with your shirts
With my creases, waiting for you to iron them out.