Alexandra

Flat and silver

Your tongue still pierces me

Like no other.

Toes made of clay

Finger tips dead from years

Of staying away.

Leave that box girl

Walk out.

It’s been 19 months already

19 thousand years may be

The lock has fallen off

On its own accord

But still inside you stay

Sounds of a whip past

And your clay feet stay

The box is half rotten

And you still stay rooted

To that sweet spot

And I have memories of your tongue

And the clefts and the nooks in your body

Wet me still, Alexandra.

I have wandered 19 days

Or 19 centuries may be

And I called out your name

Once I had almost smelt you out

But a cover of lavender and sorrow

And bundles of guilt

Confounded me and I lost the trail.

But the lock has fallen away girl

And I wait, with the table set

With my skin and nails and hair

The ground beneath still remembers

Your toe-ring and your quick gait.

Walk away Alexandra, and come home.

The gates are open and

the blood hounds are long gone.

Follow my scent of longing and love

And come to roost Alexandra.

And if you want I will prepare you

A new cage and hang it in the porch

And come and sing for me

And your voice still rings in my year

And I wake up on a lone still bed,

Flat and silver, your tongue….