Tipex and blood

When will I see you

To speak to

To stroke and to touch

Like a little pussycat

Or a dewdrop on broken glass

To touch your wounds and your wonder

Like jesus and mary magdalen

To plunder your depths

To pluck on your breasts

Like in the song of songs

To taste your mouth’s nectar

Put my hand down your pants

And fumble for change

When will I know you

In the biblical sense

In the physical sense

In the realized fantasy sense

In the taste, the aroma

Look, Listen, Feel,

Kind of senual sensation sort of sense?

AGHHH!!!!!!!!!

I feel so trapped and frustrated

By immutable, unrequited desire

All that’s left to do is to write out the impotent act

In tipex and blood

In a letter addressed to the ether

Begging for release

Dear ether – put me down!

I feel like a drowning kitten in a weighted sack

What’s the chance of getting out of that?

There’s some pity in it

This lonely boredom

Some pity some poison

Some natural heart

I remember that some dead pop singer said

Love will tear us apart

And I knew, I mean I sort of knew

That it was sort of true

But the real killing joke

Is the sense of lamentable selfish idiocy

I lace my tea like arsenic with

When it comes to the unbearable pain

And fear

And unequivocal chasm of separation

I feel

Because of wanting you.   

27/05/2012  - Moscow - influenced by DH Lawrence