Away from the silhouettes cast by sycamores
Outside of the shadows thrown upon the floor
By iron corrugate that shelters fishmongers
And the rows of townhouses which coddle the cobbles they and others walk

The sun protrudes

On mudflat pores
On striations of field
On frontiers of moody cloud

And it smothers I and it smothers you
Slumped down
Amongst the dry brome
Us two, in console
My cheeks so suffuse
Now
Undressing me with words that ensue from my own…

“
You
Lock yourself into your little room
Where your deepest thoughts bloom
Crawling up the tallest of walls
Furrowing into corners with you

Rock yourself into brittle subdue
And push it from its pedestal
Into a thousand fragments glimmering the floorboards
Coveting roots

There’s a writhing blossom that drops her shadowed eyelids over dew too

Hide from her if you want to
Behind the wrinkled eccentricities of these painted, clasped palms that cradle
Your loose memories and naked, lustrous dreams stained in layers, chipped, atop the weary skin that thins each inhale
Strings of peel revealing generations who
Suffocated in their depthless hue

You
Walk, crawl & dance
Like you’re supposed to
Between and inside the spaces afforded by the crevices of their fingers
Furniture dimples and flitter like a clipped bird does
Taking clothes from here and dressing up there, dressing down again always maintaining whatever reference
Depositing graphite on dampened, dusty pages that you think you might like the look of and consuming consuming your own senses for whatever warranted cause

You lock yourself into your little room because
When you reemerge
Wish for something to be different, to come off
You burn and kick the ash into streaks and violently observe your pulsing heart
Waiting for your body to heal itself
Turn to breaking pieces from others, jamming them into fissures
Implore that there is something wrong and without it would be unfettered

And you’re the one
She’s outside shedding tears for

Crying blossom
If you burst and spew all over the floor
Let it covet your roots
For more colours next bloom
And let it all be forgiven
“