My regal-spined lover
Bone poured down with heavy cream
Elongated, stretched
Falling ridges and reaching crests
Lotion-rubbed by Ingres
Alabaster is the tradition but I find it unyielding
I’d rather dip my spoon in
And lick the tasty traces off my fingertips
One. At. A. Time.
Childhood Amelie wonder, morsels to savour
Recline for me, my sweet
Sit for the painter’s painterly touch
Silhouette like rolling hills
The South Downs of your south downs
Reveal to me your secret places
The hooks of your hipbones
The denseness of your shadow
Undulate your chiaroscuro
Unfurl the ferns of your appendages –
Tendrils of snaring fronds
Isn’t affection arresting?
Smooth waves of a Neoclassicist
Pretty peacock with plenty of plumage to stroke
Be exotic with your stoicism
And your Doric columns –
Those legs that run their way through this life
I just want to grip your body over mine
Winehouse was a revelation.
Although I prefer ‘rip’
Wasn’t Curtis correct when he said love would tear us apart?
Indeed, tear into me and slurp up the pudding that bleeds out
This thing we’re doing is messy, make no mistake
But there’s no use crying over spilt promises
Twist your words around mine
And hold them in your marble hand
A treasure entwined with thin gold thread
Sow your fingers into my flesh, pin me to your body
But take me tenderly and with pillowy softness
Stitch those gasps into a tapestry of gilded dreams
Feverish and hopeful
Enfold me in your folds
Gather my hair at the root; pull
Shake my skeleton until it writhes
Mattress me on a shoal of sweet nothings
You see, our Leggo limbs fit together
Let’s build a castle of clever quips and despair
May it reach the heavens of unattainability
Make my diaphanous laughs concrete
Those billowing whispers of approval
Drag me asunder and let’s sink to the bottom
I give myself willingly if you’ll always
Reply to my Whatsapps with poetic eloquence.
(Inspired by my real-life lover, Bradford)
Under The Nail 