Proposition me in the cemetery
on your fragrant hands and knees
three nectarine moons
hover bloated and biblical above us
nestled in the cool of the moss -
your languid lungs
gave way under the darkness,
my small heart beat fierce
against my ribs and I
longed
to give in
A tremor and a sigh
she clutched my inscription
close to her chest
the one unfathomable,
just beyond reach -
my wild flower in bloom,
the technicolour agony
of her forget me not lust
which stays with me,
safe in red ribbons
soft between my thighs
leaking sugar and garnets
I felt your presence by the
reservoir just the other day
the weight of your hand
in mine dragged me under -
I remember
that night, your spine
in the silk splendour of the stars
the earth blotted on our lips
I remember
on your fragrant hands and knees
three nectarine moons
hover bloated and biblical above us
nestled in the cool of the moss -
your languid lungs
gave way under the darkness,
my small heart beat fierce
against my ribs and I
longed
to give in
A tremor and a sigh
she clutched my inscription
close to her chest
the one unfathomable,
just beyond reach -
my wild flower in bloom,
the technicolour agony
of her forget me not lust
which stays with me,
safe in red ribbons
soft between my thighs
leaking sugar and garnets
I felt your presence by the
reservoir just the other day
the weight of your hand
in mine dragged me under -
I remember
that night, your spine
in the silk splendour of the stars
the earth blotted on our lips
I remember