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Haemophilia

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Haemophilia

She said, ‘let me be your epiphyte’
closer than, more twisted than
their circuitous umbilical cord under-
crying grey ceiling, bird freckled
incessant cawing devouring muteness
she climbed over him, entwined
feelers, claws and antenna. 
another Van, another Ada, in another attic
he guardedly touched her face, 
she dreams of their fur growing in frescos
blending of black and blacker black
skeletons turning one dimensional
she whispered into his scars, 
their sweet replies misting windows
its tiresome how they had to keep checking
crumpling his medical report, he-
cast aside uncountable, for both-
same inky squiggles on white notepad
under his skin lived a restless liquescent serpent 
out it rushed in torrent, one tear, tiniest prick,
life fleeing in polite haste
only on her, he became fragrant oil
his flimsy, rice-paper skin turns gold
he sufferer; the carrier, she.
Fear tick-toking in their ears
she is always looking over her shoulder
“Wish we were trees”, or alliterations 
something more than deformed seeds in a pod-
rose and thorn, she the rocky bed, 
he a river of searing lacerations
their somnolent complains coursing through her. 

Kisses turning to daylight,
two halves of the forbidden fruit
that day they lay closer, lash to lash, trembling
nearer than in that ignorant womb
grooves fitting ridges, a filament of old outlines
a finished tangram, an ode to symmetry
voice making love to its echo, 
pebbly ground savouring their protuberant spines
She forgot how similar their chins and fingers were
If plasma could be replaced by tree sap
for another moment of limitlessness
If arms by a million leaves, 
for another million embraces. 

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