Desert

 

That you have crumbled to a sharp-edged dust
that rasps my ageing skin
at every move
is a gut-churning relief.
Everything goes bad
kissed prince.

Before, you lurked,
fat and cold,
a clasping clammy clot of blinking slime
oozing through lie-lined veins
choking me drowning me.

I am crumbled down dust,
mica mixed and nameless
in this safe, unquenchable wilderness,
once swamped
by your love.

 

 

 

 

 

 

27.09.2011

ebby.

~ by Beeskiffle on January 30, 2012.