The Ragged Gape - 12/02/20

Love me like a yacht you keep

moored at the quay.

Unshackled briefly

to be paraded,

O Exhibitionist -

in equal measure,

ostentatious and possessive.

Love like swamp water,

selfishly.

Drown me in the murk of your devotion.

Illusions of vanity give way

to scourge and sickness -

plague rats boarding

boats at every mooring.

Send me back to shore, afflicted.

Nighttime clings to fresh wounds,

gloomy and violent;

weeping;

stilted.

I'll retreat to trees;

play house on the moors ...

Home has never been here.

Home isn't anywhere at all.

Reviews

[Beth]

I absolutely adore this! V beautiful and powerful, I've had the first stanza and last line in my head now which is a sign of amazing writing. Love the change of pace and the use of metaphor is just fab n unique. Love it and you!

[Dom]

thank you sm ily2