Neville

Tell Me

Tell Me

 

Tell me

Are you

Frightened

Darling

Pray tell me

What it is

You’re thinking

Tell me

Are you

Scared

By any chance

My love

As you lay

There sprawled

And shaking

Next to me

Like a fallen

Mourning dove

Then whisper

To me

Sweetheart

Through

Wisps of golden

Hair

As here and now

We lie naked

On this

Parquet floor

Trying to make

Some sense of

Light  

Escaping

From our one

Cracked mirror

As limbs 

Knotted and glisten

In a thousand

Splintered reflections

Still yet to become

Memories

And I beg you

Tell me how it feels