You gave me your empty mailbox address
asked me to use it when I needed
forgotten times when things were easy
invisible entreaty to be mine.
I asked you about the house and car
and how to keep the kids fulfilled
not knowing when to come back
and find the woods on fire.
I cyphered off a reckless post
a distant laughter was kindled
of love of a vine so ever twisted
and gnarled for moist tongues
refreshening voices, singing out
in full valour of false and incoherent
I speak in tongues and hide in the shadows
and show my heart to no one but thee
here in the darks of the web I imagine and
place the part of me that wants to be seen
but not available to all but some who look
and see me naked without wounds
for no one could volunteer
here without knowing that soon
it will be too late and they will
How to strip you bare.
Take a moment of solace
two moments of dread
lie down on the hard wooden floor
feel it flat and cold and non compliant
great friction suddenly holds sway
as no limb behaves itself before the mighty
insertion and its mitigant
the needle versed in prayer.
COPYRIGHT BRUCE E SAUNDERS 2021