Out of control

 

 

London+fireworks

 

 

 

Out of control

adrenaline fizz, I have

to drink my way

to the other side of you.

 

I hold you

like a crucible like a cross

like a communion wafer

melting between tongue and teeth.

 

It is a beginning,

I can look for signs, portents

I can make you up, or

deal open handed with reality.

 

I think you are interesting

you are fascinated by me

we slip away from body’s song

from getting wet and dirty.

 

Three hours away

you slumber, and there is

a glacier between us:

you iridesce in corners

 

watching for neutrons;

 

I lick my wounds like a fox

screaming at uncertainty

prowling the neighbourhood

for signs of you.

 

I want to make you mean something

I want this to be huge

I create a cinema for us to star in,

the dragon lurks mesmerised by my power.

 

I take pieces of you

extract your smell from fingernails.

three hours away you slumber,

while I recover,

 

moment by moment.

 

 

 

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