sublimated, murky as hell
cuffed and unfolded, spindled,
turned inside out and churned
by the disinfectants, pale-white
glow of your blouse, unbuttoned
in the sun's rays.
the room was bigger, trees
arching over the red brickwork
in that neighbourhood,
where you can leave your washing
on the line, and the dogs
they don't bite.
you blind like the summer,
taste of the light in my dark room,
against my wall, curtain's fugitive
i think of all these promises,
it's 19:44, the sun still truants
but i don't mind.
we belong to wonderful things,
wonderful views and wonderful skies
in that lovely room with all my trophies
my strings, my tuning keys
fresh sheets, your head on the pillow
eyes like Saturn in the sunlight
you'd make that place feel like a home.
YOU ARE READING
you, and my materials.
Puisigive me a few moments of your time so that i can dress you up in poetry give me your eyes, see the world through mine i beg you to be gentle, please have empathy this is your world, on the floor, by the bed like laundry, pick me up and use me. s...
