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
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