Neville

Indecently Yours

Indecently Yours

 

Almost indecently

Too good to be true

She would work on him discretely

In both monochrome and glue

 

However

 

Let us not pretend

Or kid ourselves

We each belong in different hemispheres

You and I

 

Whilst I am

Loosely bound by some psychosis

You are clearly tethered

To an ocean and to the sky

 

We belong on separate pages

You and I

But just to be on the safe side

 

Suck it and see

He said

Cut it and bleed

She bled

 

Then having bled

She placed a silver flute between her lips

And took a sip of alter wine

 

Only then did she concede

To join the cult and dance a jig upon

 Both his wand and on mine