Dark now


Dark, now,
between the naked window
and open door
and this fools lips
frame still my gaping breath.

Puppeteers, aged in anger
by these sweated dreams,
spear what drifts in slumber
to my pillowed temples –
my dearest, my loved,
the obscure and unfucked.

Someone may come,
turn the world from me,
show me
naked to the door,
the open window,
the ground below.

Then again,
no-one may come at all.

© Rivenrod 2016


    1. Thanks Lily. This is extracted from a narrative epic poem called “Second letter home” which should be published in early 2017. Keep an eye out and I’ll send you a copy if you like.


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