The Dead, Dead Water Lily Thing - Rockettothesky

You can’t just lie there on the bed, you know.

You can’t lie there without kissing back, you know!

All the piles of books and not even a blood nose!

I smell of blood.

And is there really nothing I can do to you?

is there nothing to add here?

I look through the sand in your mouth.

and pick out the pearls

and place them in the beaks

of the pigeons.

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You must have known

that when I left I felt your head turning

but had no mercy.

My words were simple — I’d given up poetry —

and I climbed back into the t o w e r,

up the fine plaited ladder.

In the car — can you feel the sweater tag itching?

pulling at the neck where I tied your threadstogether?

Your spine plaited down

your back

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but not on my body.

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Unravelling with me up the escalators,

down the road,

around the corner,

untie my hair from the ocean of winter.

The roads and the cars dissolve behind me as I

untie you;

walkonthewater;

onthesweetwaterlilies.

There is no giving back you know.

You take and take again.

Is that what you

want?

Listen:

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