You were to Christmas with
your
extended family, your
young young daughter
in a small cottage on the
salt marshes
around Burnham-overy-Staithe
prey to the whims of tidal
creek
I wanted to follow you there
with bags full of meat and
of savoury delights
to kiss your belly
your face and breasts
in the absolute darkness
to wake beside you
to read books quietly of an
evening
to sink into you like a sea
of fiction
the confident way of your
hands
to rest through the season
and as they slept
your extended family, your
young young daughter
I would peel your
cunt from its trappings
like the biggest
present under the tree
and we’d grind wordlessly
a real fleshy cosmos
grind until spent
I considered the details as
I
walked home through the
streets
of the city in the dark.
No comments:
Post a Comment