Monday, 29 April 2013

villanelle


he is the epicentre of the earthquake in my bed
timber stiff he shakes the base of our whole relationship
i wake in fright to the rocking of the naked marble man.

spitting vivid pictures over heartache covered floorboards
tilting over the edge of fuck knows, manipulating sorrow
he is the epicentre of the earthquake in my bed.

my own nightmares quieten, my vampires hover
and the judgmental dead snigger their noses into their hands,
i wake in fright to the rocking of the naked marble man.

in the dark we fuck hellishly to fight off black fantasies
but when the quiet comes and the devil jacks his brain
he is the epicentre of the earthquake in my bed.

only the shadows know and they're not telling
what satan's song it is that makes him dance this way,
i wake in fright to the rocking of the naked marble man.

the light switch breaks the spell but i'm still held
in his sweet and sour voice of the unattainable,
he is the epicentre of the earthquake in my bed
i wake in fright to the rocking of the naked marble man.

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