Friday, 11 May 2012


Your throat is white
And curved like sweet lilies blooming,
Swooning, cutting
Red and ruined lines upon your face.

Important frogs
Hug softly hot -
It's your belief they always stay
And slap you in the eyeless eye.

You keep your cool
And fool no-one
Each time it seems
They say such things
"What a Slag she looks today."

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