Affliction

Often I am wrong

to try and fathom fate’s course,

its hobbling foot and blistered speed.

My direction binds itself to the sliver art of spiders

turning with boiled wings

to collapse under the weight of a dead heaven

entrenched in a sadness only my laughter understands.

 

Hurt me tender on the lips of skin

so as I can feel you, unrest myself to you

as all I wanted to do is move

with the rhythm your imagination plays.

I wrap my arms around a beaten grave

so as to wrap my arms around forever

in love with your every mistake,

silly lying with frost over your dipping spirit.

 

Tonight I close sight of the world

to charge weeping

through the foam in your palms

the intricate burrows your body reserves

for me, gliding in the solace of your bones

remoulding all that is essential

for I am not an easy man

as I tend to make the most difficult things my own

 

then I read the pattern in your mouth

‘Everybody dies through me

to get to their other being.’

 

 

For Daniella