when i love you next
when i love you next it will be gypsum
a worm of blood under tobacco crepe skin
a soiled family portrait,
seeping, diseased, sepia
it will be march in svalbard
sun rise
sun set
when i love you next it will be embers
forest fires , apple cores and faded lace
a snapped breath drawn out to cretaceous sigh
a tapered prayer, a hail mary,
ascension.
Stu Buck
Thu 10th Mar 2016 19:28
thanks both. little baby buck is taking up a lot of my writing time at the moment but still managing the odd one. glad you enjoyed.