Not Wanting To Spoil It

Herald you
Herald much anxiety
Herald my thighs around your lies
Herald your lies around my thighs

She was seven credits
And definitely the business
I’d just dialed her up
Extras included

‘Lucky seat’
I was just agreeing
For the ledger
It finished up about even

She was … well
Shall we say prone?
To indecision & silence
Allowing it to proceed

Despite the … unsaid
But implied violence
The part they both dread
As the credits duly fell

On a worried sky
Through mists, once their own
The honeysuckle in new bloom
All below to fall

In a mirrored swamp
‘Will you come back to me?’