Not for the first time I was being read by the book.
A book is used to being read
Not for the first time I was being read
By the room in which I stood.
Stared down by the walls; undressed by the bed.
I wait for you.
This is done and done
I wait for your breast to hold my hand
Teach with its caress its lust.
I cannot breathe with this door closed
The breath would rust my skin.
The wardrobe at first seemed friendly
But darkness brought in the oak
It whispered to my back
Left splinters in the kick
Hangs memory from a hook.
If I am making love,
Yours is too quiet a sin,
Then who moans at the boneless fish
Thrashing on its side?
Gasping in the throws it tries its size. It dies
Our syllables a new babble
Only lips to our new lies.
Today is the revolution of yesterday
Women with flowers in their hair march off to war
The sun handmade by the same remains.
From the other true magnolias on their way to work
You stood out more than a flower cupping air.
For the last days I have felt your hand
Not sure why you have come here.
From a boneless fish I have choked on a bone.
We wing on fake thermals,
Dogs in triplicate whistle down the first autumn winds.
Freedom did not take root but a style of words was agreed
An apocryphal time full of false promises and anachronism.
The apothecaries have all the unfinished business at hand to hand
He shuffled as if his shoes were failed horse whisperers
Digging for the queer in the orthodox.
Sleep comes to dream its host a small boy lost
Find a bed go unperturbed.
Walk walks with him
Talk asks him home to share a night cap
Wax snows and melt water simmers in the cup
I did not grow.
Always I was never the man.
Will you be looking at that then?
The long embrace of the shadows of the chimney pots.
Just now I'm on my way
You will wave to me from your window time
In the noire of the umbrella
Pencil skills drew my writing of you,
Midwife of daytime moons
Deaf dumb and blind
I hear you
I speak for you
That Daughter is a word that doesn't age.
Okey dokey and by and by
Maybe only to say
No I would go only so far
I cannot see past the same;
I would go so far as to say,
The loose ephemera
I count between my toes
Like doctors notes and false economies,
I want not your signature on a kiss
Nor you to hold my cock like pen and ink.
My skin should be no document for your hand.
We will love our evolve
Mux the restaurant sands
Suck on the sea food eyes of Aberdovey
My tongue will do the talking
Will your vagina hold the tides?