Tuesday, 7 April 2020

Done up like mutton



Your dove soft back 
the allure of your depths 
Call me 
I’m diving 
Call me 
You pearl

I’m watching the stars 
But I’ll take you collect 
If you promise to look me 
Up like a prospect 
Up like a wave 
projected to be 
Up like a cockerel 
Up like a vein 

Your web soft lace
aroma your thrall
Crawling
I’m writhing
I’m Falling 
You dresser 
I’m howling 
You sluice 

I’m conquered like Naples 
Done up like mutton 
Baste me I'm crackling 
I’ll burn in your oven. 

30/08/19 












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