This Shape of You
June 14, 2009
I have no memory of you
Only illusions that wrap themselves in your shape
And cross out the marks on my arms where I bled from your touch
All of eight years ago.
They laugh at me, these shapes
Kaw, kaw, kawing as they bend and convulse
To form pattens in the dust behind my eyes.
One of them, the smallest one, moves away from the others
I recognise it at once
It smells of the wicked snare that encased you.
Oh you, oh parasite that you where and are
How I willed you to feed
On my care and my worry and my doubt.
The shape now forms a merciless smile
That I know full well hides a cut-throat tongue
It taunts and teases me with its haunting kiss.
This shape of you.
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