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.