Tread softly upon me
A reworking of my previously posted Love/Hate poem. I rewrote it in Marrakech, whilst in a very poetic/random mood.
Remembering your high in bed amidst the leaves,
(it will never repeat)
Dare I define what can’t be described?
like the mundanity of Christmas sherry.
like the funny way the inside of my skin in honest.
like an albatross at Twilight
that haunts my eyes, my mind, my thoughts.
like rap music sparrows
(boom boom tweet tweet).
in cheese muffins
in a clean ironed shirt.
like cakes left in the rain
like water (tears) and blood in my lungs
Loving you when I let you think you’re right
(cute as a button; not so bright).
And letting you hate me,
Spread beneath your feet;