Slot Gap

There’s a slot in your life where your girlfriend fits.
That slot isn’t my slot, I’ll not be that woman.
The girl in the slot fits under your arm,
She is fashionable, passive, pretty and toned.

I will fill that slot with chewing gum and papier mache
I will rip at your edges and crack all your moulds.
My life is my own, my joy independant
I demand.
I won’t fit in that slot.

But still we’re comitted, promised and glued,
To exorcise me you will need a space-time probability unravelling machine.
We are not a jigsaw puzzle,
There are no neat edges.
We are a continuum with a scribble in between.

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Dessert

I put the baby to bed. I read her a story about a cat and a mouse, then close her bedroom door and go downstairs. In the dining room, the table has been set with exquisite care; a meticulous scenario for by the book romance: a creamy linen table cloth, our best china and polished cutlery, tea lights placed in little groups around the walls to create pools of shadow, silk damask curtains screen the tedium of a February evening.

My husband is in the kitchen. He keeps one eye on a dish of cannelloni browning in the oven, whilst pouring two glasses of wine from a bottle of red, and decanting shiny black olives into a miniscule, but trendy, finger bowl. My husband is a good looking man. He is lean and long, with broad shoulders and pale skin. He looks up at me and smiles. Its a knowing smile, like warm chocolate sauce.

I am wet with anticipation. Earlier at work, he told me he’d made plans; tonight we would eat out at home, tonight he would lay me out on the dining table and eat me for desert. Later, after everyone had gone he fucked me hard on the desk. We came hard, panting and shouting (well I was shrieking), and I wondered if dinner would be saved for a later occasion, but then on the way home we stopped at the supermarket…

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Waiting

Asleep in your arms
I’m a drop in your ocean;
Encompassed, protected,
I love you so much.
Alone in this place
I’m a small piece of driftwood
I wait on the tideline
and miss you like fuck.

The sand feels soothing
Its seductive yet empty
A cold slab of marble
that anchors my soul.
Night falls too quickly
I should go someplace warmer
The wind blows dark patterns
Of sand on my legs.

Memories shift here
We’re dancing together
You hold me so gently
A gift wrapped in joy.
You kiss me goodbye
And return to your old life
Our currents that eddied
Drift back apart.

I’ve lain here for hours
Water lapping around me
The sea sprites cruel laughter
Like grit in my ears.
I know I should move,
but my energy’s long gone,
Wet splashes my shoulders
Spray brushes my lip.

Waves wash right over,
I rise and on turning
The sea is dark, empty
There’s none of you here.
Where are you dreaming?
Are in you the stormclouds?
If I stand here waiting,
Will you know where I am?

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