You can't just lie there on the bed, you know.
You can't lie there without kissing back, you know!
All the piles of books and not even a blood nose!
I smell of blood.

And is there really nothing I can do to you? 
is there nothing to add here?
I look through the sand in your mouth.
and pick out the pearls
and place them in the beaks
of the pigeons.

Ididitonce,thedead,deadwaterlilything<small>water</small>

You must have known 
that when I left I felt your head turning 
but had no mercy.
My words were simple – I'd given up poetry –
and I climbed back into the t o w e r, 
up the fine plaited ladder. 
In the car – can you feel the sweater tag itching?
pulling at the neck where I tied your threadstogether? 
Your spine plaited down 
your back
thefeminineside
but not on my body.

AndslowlyIreelyouin<small>in</small>

Unravelling with me up the escalators, 
down the road,
around the corner, 
untie my hair from the ocean of winter.
The roads and the cars dissolve behind me as I 
untie you;<small>
walkonthewater;
onthesweetwaterlilies.</small>
There is no giving back you know. You take and take again. Is that what you want? 
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Listen: 
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