And I wanted your words and I wanted the mouth that went with them and I wrap your words and my desire up into a bundle and hand them back as a gift. I like my emotions like I like my coffee, virulent as the taste in my mouth of the memory of you and a shudder like your words that shout through my stomach. Your face rang out through me calling me back to the amber nectar of a dream and wherever you may be, a daylight robbery brought into the midst’s of my mind by a death filled loneliness and we are back together in the attic of my emotions which crawled away with you into the sanitary cave and make up rumours about a myth. Desire seems to bleed inside out blending in with your day-to-day life.
I caught the last bus to a dream and found my way back home aboard the vestibule of a donkey that cried beneath me wanting to walk side by side with me. That cat in the lonely land no longer smiled and was no longer pleased to be mad and bid me adeu across the lonely night sky continually inferring me on that ‘holidays have been cancelled here’. Now the night-time has come to an end but I can’t switch off my craving dreaming’s which terrorise helpful strangers at the edge of this morass of dark sand at this crossroads to I know not where. The cat bites of lust are all over me, but it’s ok you cannot see them.
