I can’t see which way you’re facing.
Curved like a question mark
your head turned
with the sheet spinning around you.
It was too much tonight.
One drink too much. Messy.
And now I am awake and listening
To each song in a different way. Wake.
As you sleep
And you sleep
You sleep
Sleep.
(in a Woodchester burial site)
I died first and you couldn’t wait.
Couldn’t live.
You held your breath,
stopped your heart,
begged for death
and it came
and lead you to me.
Some soul wrapped your knee
around mine
and we spooned time,
clasped, became entwined
and we were wishbones.
Our skin shed bodies,
left mannequins
draped in earth.
Flint,
coins,
an aged
embrace,
buried in grass
lost in the past.
The Graffitied Wind 