I.
i melt into your lap
with the hands of my sisters
all around me. it is only a vision
of their lily white teeth gleaming
above me, and the dream sight
of a new baby swaddled in clouds
of cotton, in a basket by the fire,
softly — for she was only four pounds —
a sugar sweet delight to the eyes.
II.
you caught my mouth ajar one day
playing with the hem of my dress. you upturned me
i was rosily socked, tied up in a
virgin dreamscape where we touched
and tried each other's temples, tasted
as children do.
III.
you wavered :
i cried at the sharpness
where i was like brand new again —
we opened a fresh wound, bemoaned
the apathy of the ceiling. you caught
a ribboned ankle suspended in
twilight. i bruised my knee on
the wall where i had lolled
in open air, and you
laughed, savoured
her open mouth
(21/02/2018)
YOU ARE READING
Have you seen the Lost Boys?
Poetryharking back to an earlier poem of mine: poor wendy -- all the heroines get left behind. but she was a darling after all. yes, i very much have tears in my eyes. and it shall be hard to see, and sometimes i won't want to, but i will go on looking an...
