Physically falling apart Like pound shop Barbies do After a touch too much - Love letter paper cuts Juxtaposed between Some sordid sore fingers, The scarlet blood that gushes Brilliant like a sun-set, Twitching and gloaming In, our and around Consciousness like it is Revolving door, Spinning, Spinning, Spinning On ballerina feet, Turned pink to scarlet, Made misshapen By dances Of rapture And grace-