No. 70. 

 

Mattress on the floor, 

I’ve never felt lower than when I’m with you.

Bedposts disassembled, taking up space in the corners of your room when they could have been holding us up.

Bite my jaw again, distract me from wondering whether it’s just me who can make you scream.

Lie to me with your tongue, stay inside me a little longer. 

Grow your nails out. 

Tell me why you enjoy watching me cry.

 

 

Forecasting. 

 

And YES I will admit

The sky was pink and ripe for sunset 

Right from the very start.

 

And YES I will acknowledge 

I have been away from home for too long 

To remember how to predict the arrival of rainshowers.

 

And YES I will confess

At times I was so dangerously cold

Although I said otherwise .

 

But no, I won’t forgive you 

For making me leave 

After the red sky at night.

 

Before we could be sure if there was a warning

Before the confirmation of a red sky at morning.