May I Miss? Formal.

Return

Twittering in the night

Sound bounding over the walls

To rest against my pillowed ear

Now is the moment

I may turn

I may turn

To June and ask for release

A sentence I have served

Beneath the glares

Under the sea of gales

People people people

Who I do not admire

Demand my time

Flight weightless carries

Walk burdened across tarmac

Glistening

Returned from

Sunshine kissed all over our bodies

Your blotched reaction cuts

Sweet how sweet your head

Lick the salt from my toes

We are selecting our moments

To become our memories

Those outer two

Can not impede

But may I miss?

A little,

May I miss?

Formal

Stepping up is not easy

Stepping down is not easy.

She will ask questions if you are hurt.

Why should you be hurt?

That spider knows why,

That woodlouse grows still,

I pretend I am not in me.

Darkened soil from showering

It grains my palms

So lovely

Washing away soapily

Then quick red line over white

Cold hands

Cut

Cut

Slice

If I am not sick

If I am not well

If I am not part

If I am not apart

She only sees herself in you.

Chewing the fat

Unrewarded

Chunk of table

Fat legs between mine

Lolling tongue of dog

Warmth perpetrates

This action-

Sick.

Another round of drinks

Tinkle

Shadows veer fast on the sharp metal

Shoes should be off

Nodding nothings on you

Shaking time off my shoulders

Stairs surely not

Up them down them

A burst of my image, red- gone.

I stand accused of beating you

Why would I deny the truth?

In the kitchen he blew smoke

Up into the cooker fan

It swirled a little with his words

I wanted to grant reassurance

He has things to say

I want to hear

I will now never hear

 The rounds of humanity are circled

A tick for envy

A tick for lust

We must not share this child

There are limits

He must be sacrificed to our adulthood

Poor free-ranging thing with a limp

Now without a bleeding heart.