Black as hell against this white canyon.
She’s waiting for me.
Still there.
In amongst soap and shampoo
Still.
Armed with traps and tangles;
I shall not succumb.
I shall set her free.
It is she who’s trapped not me and she doesn’t even know it.
I can take her from this barren abyss. Her attempts are futile.
Richness awaits her,
more than just the dripping tap.
So
I stand naked.
My belly brushes against harsh coldness,
a glass and photograph in hand and I shiver from the open window.
I am bending forward.
My skin pricked tight,
I am not a coward,
I have her. She put up no fight.
Covering all my family.
So close to her black belly we’re smiling in summer heat,
wearing baseball caps and dungarees.
I tilt the glass, I caught her leg.
Lingering we stare at each other.
Her hairy black, my fleshy pink;
like a sweet.
I could have killed her.
Out of the window she falls.
It’s dark. I’m sure she’s fine.
All that’s left behind
is the fine web.
Hung from shower head to plug.
Mar 7, 2012
Mar 7, 2012 at 6:21 PM UTC
Black as hell against this white canyon.
She’s waiting for me.
Still there.
In amongst soap and shampoo
Still.
Armed with traps and tangles;
I shall not succumb.
I shall set her free.
It is she who’s trapped not me and she doesn’t even know it.
I can take her from this barren abyss. Her attempts are futile.
Richness awaits her,
more than just the dripping tap.
So
I stand naked.
My belly brushes against harsh coldness,
a glass and photograph in hand and I shiver from the open window.
I am bending forward.
My skin pricked tight,
I am not a coward,
I have her. She put up no fight.
Covering all my family.
So close to her black belly we’re smiling in summer heat,
wearing baseball caps and dungarees.
I tilt the glass, I caught her leg.
Lingering we stare at each other.
Her hairy black, my fleshy pink;
like a sweet.
I could have killed her.
Out of the window she falls.
It’s dark. I’m sure she’s fine.
All that’s left behind
is the fine web.
Hung from shower head to plug.
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