You can't just lie there on the bed, you know. You can't lie there without kissing back, you know! All the piles of books and not even a blood nose! I smell of blood.
And is there really nothing I can do to you? is there nothing to add here? I look through the sand in your mouth. and pick out the pearls and place them in the beaks of the pigeons.
You must have known that when I left I felt your head turning but had no mercy. My words were simple – I'd given up poetry – and I climbed back into the t o w e r, up the fine plaited ladder. In the car – can you feel the sweater tag itching? pulling at the neck where I tied your threadstogether? Your spine plaited down your back thefeminineside but not on my body.
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Unravelling with me up the escalators, down the road, around the corner, untie my hair from the ocean of winter. The roads and the cars dissolve behind me as I untie you;<small> walkonthewater; onthesweetwaterlilies.</small> There is no giving back you know. You take and take again. Is that what you want? <small> Listen: sud ba uso busbusbusbuscarcarcarcarbusbusbdr roadroadroadroadroadroadroadroadroadroadroadroadroadroadroa