Friday, 3 April 2020

Myrtle.



You're supreme
at calculating
like an actress 
or a witch
maybe you used me 
to have zen babies
now you want me
to make you rich

lemme be your 
moon & spider
lemme be the
morning star
lemme be your 
lonely stranger
lemme be your
frozen shadow

we had been
to the sea & forest
in fields of green
we slept & frolicked
Fuvked like beasts 
in the monastry
does that make us 
pure or guilty
took your pants off 
in the loft
did you plan to
Slate my thirst 
got your rocks off 
first and foremost 

shall i find another lover 
leave you to your secret life
with the milkmaid
& the masseur
in the land 
of lurid dreams
no one there 
can hear you scream
Are you chained
To a loveless marriage 
Ride the master’s
horseless carriage
Spectral sexual fetish fancy
colder than a stillborn folly
or a meeting
in the bank

lemme be your 
slippy slider
lemme be your
been & gone
lemme be the
kick inside ya 
lemme be your shadow
Myrtle
Coming fortune
One man and his virtue
Smoking salmon
In the fog.

















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