streaming kite

Will it 
want it

Crush it 

Fill it 

Till it 

Taunts you tilting 

On the axis 

Of its merit 

Still it 

Cannot 

Hurt her 

Like bright planet 
Hermes 

Can it
span it 
will we ever
get to 
man it 

Can you shed some 

Light on that?

Shall I 

Rub some spite on that? 

Thrill it 

From its 

Pupal mucus 

Nip it 

Like a frost in blossom 

Kill it

With your sticks and sonnets 

Free her 

Like a streaming kite. 

no idea when i wrote this - a few years ago.

finished today 23/08/17 

Pic: Blake