Did you remember how we got there?
I remembered sailing,
but, you know I think we flew
Invisibly early into Luton,
cloaked with our hard won subterfuge
Did you enjoy the pub lunch dear?
Oh! Remember I tucked in,
and each hoovered
Eucharistic spoonful,
oiled my grin
Did you know I slept then?
Well..Drifted and that
Interminably waiting,
Sinking under, waking.
Dreamt of you weeping out
While above,
in some hygienic womb,
rough hands played out the tongues
of rough vacuums
Deep draught tabernacle
Sweet uncalloused lips
whose whispers calmed your fever,
whose steel chalice whet your hips
Whose truth should I tell dear?
Not yours, sunk eyed and paling still
Composed, but empty
Quiet, after I’d worried your till.
Not hers or his
Our mewing elfin katydid;
Who’d be now two,
maybe three years
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