Neville

Through a Tangle of Shadows

Through a Tangle of Shadows

 

Through a tangle of shadows

I would watch and I would wait

 

Her silence first seduced me

Then served merely to castrate

 

With tongue placed firmly in her cheek

She burnt her candles black and cream

 

With no purpose but to feign obscenities

To control, confound and confuse

 

Then before she left

She made me kneel and bow and kiss

 

The yellow tinge

Around the edges of her bruise