... I have a hunch I was born in the wrong era! :)) I had an evening-in with The Tudors last night and, after seeing something of all the shenanigans they got up to, it makes Halloween look rather tame...!! xx

FLESH AND BONE


Oh, to do away with flesh
that I might slip through walls
and be air that inhabits a lover’s

close-space,
a lover’s
closed-space:

the live-wired
circus-try of his mind,
the vacuum-packed,
prime-pumped pipe-work
of his arteries!

No, not merely air,
but, rather, bone;
rattling and clanking my
ball-and-chained emotions
down endless unlit corridors,

entering into sunless rooms
of his mad-inhabited dreams
with screams, teasing the hair
on his lover’s chest to attention.

But let Lover clothed in flesh remain,
that wet-pink of his juice-stained lips
might count each fragile knuckle
of my downwards curling spine,

search every polished curve
and dew-beaded hollow of my
weightless, trembling frame for
pulses still warm and fast beating.