I was a single monkey I drew him in my world
typing the opening of my Hamlet. I write him in my lines.
different from all I had ever known a love that will only die with me.
every atom belonging to me as good the heart that keeps mine beating.
It belongs to her You were none
Her soul was beautiful now you’re all.
and she kept it veiled his swiftest blow,
lightly-laced humility and fear we righted our mistakes
with a strangely aching heart I trusted in his honest utterance.
I and this mystery, here we stand. Oh blind cupidity! insane anger!
She went out like a firefly, I never broke my faith
The heart hoards its thorns my heart is always propped up
Just as the rose profligates. in a field ready for the next arrow
**I wondered about you when you told me never to leave.
A collaborated collage poem between myself and Anna Skinner