Poem 14

Your words so
touching they hurt

Far beyond Brighton pier
i held you in circles perfect

Each time its just me
or maybe the night
where like wolves
we change to a full moon

I consume you then
ask you what you think
as we sink to candle
lit bath

Where i declare your
flesh and bone
bound and fit


And with poetry
on still wet lips
i traced your dna
into essays
i titled

you are the beginning of myths..