lilac, gooseberries

And I was kneeling

and I was looking at those pieces on the floor

and they were my hands, my legs, my hair

and my eyes

I died

and dying last for a long time

but I was born again

and I wasn’t born for you

I leave the smell of lilac

and gooseberries on you

I cover your body with my raven locks

entwisted, stormy

and your hair upon the pillow

like a sleepy, golden ocean

Let me in. Let me be a cat which changes shape to fit everywhere.

If you like your coffee hot

Let me be your coffee pot

I wanna be yours.