tipex and blood

When will I see you
To speak to
To stroke and to touch
Like a little pussycat
Or a dewdrop on broken glass
To touch your wounds and your wonder
Like jesus and mary magdalen
To plunder your depths
To pluck on your breasts
Like in the song of songs
To taste your mouth’s nectar
Put my hand down your pants
And fumble for change

When will I know you
In the biblical sense
In the physical sense
In the realized fantasy sense
In the taste, the aroma
Look, Listen, Feel,
Kind of senual sensation sort of sense?

AGHHH!!!!!!!!!
I feel so trapped and frustrated
By immutable, unrequited desire
All that’s left to do is to write out the impotent act
In tipex and blood
In a letter addressed to the ether
Begging for release
Dear ether – put me down!
I feel like a drowning kitten in a weighted sack
What’s the chance of getting out of that?

There’s some pity in it
This lonely boredom
Some pity some poison
Some natural heart
I remember that some dead pop singer said
Love will tear us apart
And I knew, I mean I sort of knew
That it was sort of true
But the real killing joke
Is the sense of lamentable selfish idiocy
I lace my tea like arsenic with
When it comes to the unbearable pain
And fear
And unequivocal chasm of separation
I feel
Because of wanting you.  

27/05/2012  - Moscow - influenced by DH Lawrence