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.
Ididitonce, the dead water lily thing, water!
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 tower, 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 the feminineside But not on my body.
And slowly I reel you in.
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 Walk on the water On the sweet water lilies. There is no giving back you know. You take and take again. Is that what you want?