The shadows of your lids
Embroidered in the veins.
Built to mesmerise,
Were set down on wasteland.
When you said
I could take your wings when you were gone
I felt so small,
I couldn’t look you in the eye.
I wouldn’t drink from the pool that you called escape.
No ripples could beat in time with my averted gaze.
That astral brocade that followed you here,
Stripped some glamour from your weight
And, burnt out, congealed in my guilt.
I never asked you to come
Yet your tapestry is hanging.
With warmth and with promise
If I could shuffle still my soles.
It hurts me to see all the colours align so near,
And watch the trembling force
Please take your promises and whispers
And squander all that you have
On another one
Who’s able still to raise you their head.
(c) Accidental Tentacles 2016