In the mirror
I'm so white
whiter than white
whiter than a ghost
who got drunk
on a litre of white paint
dried out in chalk
written on a whiteboard

whisper

white clouds
that couldn't storm
I'm nothing
but a pasty faced
nothing

...

I sailed off
white as a sheet
pulled white surf
over my head

that night
I called
just whispering
rescue
arrived
and pulled me out of it

you showered me
inn kisses
booked for the night
which got quite..
loud

smacked my bottom
good and proper
like mummy and daddy
never did
and I was surprised
I wasn't pained any more

in the morning
you towelled me down
everything tingling

and after you left
I checked out
the mirror glowing
cheekily
and my chest was there
red faced to be alive

so for hours after
I couldn't sit and cry
because I was reminded
I wasn't all white
just happy
being sore with myself

every lifeboat
should have a paddle