Paradise-

It clipped my heels when in the street,
was wrapped in duvets in my bed,
enmeshed in heated rainy nights,
it gave me bedroom-hair instead.

It fell a flight of garden steps,
and badly grazed its left arm bare,
It cuddled up in airy grace,
spoke words so debonair.

It broke the tree and beat the branch,
got so stuck in that tyre swing,
It cleared the air and avalanched
into my everything.

It said it loved me, and lapped my cheek,
was an everlasting phase
as right now all I can seem to miss,
is its laziest of days.

It felt of fragrant beach-clean skin,
and smelt of the softest sage,
but now I can’t help in thinking,
of broken glass in its ribcage.

It walked me home by owl-song,
and cried before my airport flight,
but now all I can seem to remember,
is what bled its pretty face white.

It drove to work that Friday morning,
with my promises scraping its mind,
so why can't I believe that,
its breathing's now resigned.

It slipped in to a comma,
after windscreen punctured its lung,
yet how can I not be forgetting,
of the teeth that protrude through its tongue,

It waved goodbye on the doorstep,
of its whitened clinical bed,
and I'd hoped at that bleep he'd remember,
and wouldn't have just died instead.