31 October 2016

Mixing My Eyes With Shards Of Broken Glass

Remember when we used to lie in bed
Talking through the sinking night?
You are like a kitten
A little girl
I can see the emotion on your face
In your heart is something
I cannot trace
Ambivalent physicality
You threaten to hit me
And rip out my eyes
Mixing my eyes with shards
Of broken glass
OK
Your violent fantasies intrigue me
Then you stand before me
Looking pure as an angel
To where has the demon fled?
Perhaps hiding underneath the bed
I move to leave
But you want a hug
You hug hard
I let go before you do
And you look upset
Out the door
Winding through the daylight
Old streets
Same as before
Life is a door
That leads me back to you