Startled from warmth
By cold electric paroxysm
Through galvanised experiment limbs
The black cough that shakes me empty
With sudden shock
The bitter voltaic thrill
The unexpected frenzy
Of more than comfort
I was licking cream from a bowl
That folded along a hinge in the middle
Memories of hands warm and unseen
Are alarmed like basking shoals
By hands cool and sharp to the touch
The icy fury of loving
A savage passion finger
Along ink and roses
My thighs flat threads
Wrung like damp leaves
While her kiss a tiger’s head
I was chased by a spider
Rapid across a chessboard of sheep
Patterned with the detached
Moves of a talented boy
We are evening flocks rising above the trees,
Pacing, sniffing animals
On the forest floor
Lost for our night times
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