Duet
SHE:
You took my emeralds and silver bracelet,
cut them to pieces – smashed them
against the oldest murder Heaven knows:
a grey and bitter ceiling of sooth and smoke.
You hung them like slabs of rotten meat,
a beaten corpse; a testament to bloody hunts,
dripping its silver whispers of life:
a broken string of shiny dreams.
HE:
Ah, but I loved you when you were free
and always beyond my reach.
I loved you when you had no history
beyond my touch.
When you were a mystery, a maiden voyage,
you haunted me – I hunted you,
your innocence;
this golden dream, this perfect crutch.
SHE:
My mother in my eyes,
the mother in my genes:
be gone
HE:
A memory in jeans
and summer skies:
all gone.
SHE:
Silent, swollen,
a stranger to my tits and cunt;
you swallowed me -
your touch a bedrock drowning,
bedrock tomb.
HE:
Salt-laced seagulls yet remind me
of brave old dreams
and rusty ships
and tell me of redemption
and coming home embraces.
HE:
I am older now and grateful.
SHE
I am tired and weary and gone.