Each visit was looked forward to,
Always new flavoured sweets,
For me to chew.
Whether it was chocolate,
Or Haribo,
Anything will do,
We were desperate ya know...
We went to the park.
On the swings,
Until dark.
When I wouldn’t show.
I was scared ya know…
He always came round,
And made nice dinners.
Though in the background,
A cast of sinners.
Objects he’d throw,
But I kept it quiet, ya know…
He kept us safe,
So it looked.
He was our raphe
Although was brooked.
He would always come,
But never go,
It was just accepted, ya know…
Locked in the bathroom,
Just want to cry.
I must stay quiet,
Must lie.
Always, now, feeling so low,
It will all be fine..., ya know…
That lonely feeling,
No one to help you,
No time for healing.
Hide the shade of blue.
The days get more slow,
You’re giving up, ya know...
Angel flesh on the writing table,
hooked on tempered divine,
lifting, blade to blade, raphe to crura,
gray flowing over white, moving fast
to quiet water loud water quiet water,
the cakes and creams and pleasures of butterfly lips,
violets woken from dusky sleep,
marigolds plucked leaf by vibrant leaf, pale daffodils
watered by saliva, words naming parts
worked together from higher orders of geometry,
serpentine salvation in the gut,
bodies in tandem transit become torrent,
become ecstasy.