He, who is violent yet attentive to
his mistress. The ocean’s mouth a constant
confusion of desire. The owl’s
eye near candlelight almost shocks
me into needing you. No – just a
streetlight. As I fold a hundred soft
blue towels inside a hive of the sun’s
workers, I remember how within
your gaze stood a haggard deer
waiting and trembling
while my car sped along
windows down and singing.
.
Blossom Hibbert
.