17 february 2017
Not In Tears
Now I am used to
betrayals.
I don’t hit back
in the vanishing light.
Very frightening,
I will say.
Sightless bats hovering
round your head.
Have started playing
the game with the nettle.
I will take the stings
and give you back honey.
An intimate kiss of a
naked beetle.
Are you coming for the
last supper?
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