Two Soldiers

Two Soldiers A tender moment He re-plaits her hair She waits patiently As he twists strands until they intertwine and he secures them with a twist of a bow Yellow and blue On their lapels Guns laid to rest Epitome of tenderness With fingers that kill There’s no connection He’s not touching a woman They are two soldiers Shoulder to shoulder Equality at last On another day They could be lovers Stopped in a park Taking in the air Not feeling the chill Engrossed in each other Dying to get home. Normality at last! David Cox 14/03/22