Tuesday, 20 November 2012
We're like peaceful cavemen in the night You and I Silken lumps the lie like stone beside Each other Pebbles of anticipation, thoughts heavy like over-wet dough with dormant ambitions to rise As if the sun is yeast in our veins. You took over the world in every warm place Every glance desperate and impatient Unlike how I imagined a sunbeam. We kneaded to be kneaded then Before I rested with you silently every night And pretended that dawn was a mth that the lonely had invented But we soon found ourselves knotted perfectly like brioche tops The night now a memory that fell off our fingers like freshly ground flour Except for the messages charred on our eyes like bitter almonds And willingly scratched into our skin Poppyseed love that bleeds poppy petal red Declaring war. When we've proved ourselves We're ready and we'll plait We'll interweave and roll up to this private circus Wearing the scars of the knock back that the Heavens wait to deliver Like the eager Autumn clock that snatches romance and spits out silver mechanisms Into the fuzzy salt water of sky Two giant soldiers next to mucousy poaching clouds Crash savagely into that egg yolk sun.