Part XVIX A and B

(As said yesterday, in a attempt to keep this down to just April
I am now writing two poems a day.

The poems today follow straight on from Part 28.

Can you wait until the conclusion tomorrow? (with a special
epilogue wrote by our last guest poet too)

XXVIX (A)

Shut close

Those words followed me

Cresting over the balcony

Into a muffled deadness

Shelved into blurred lights

With his face staring

Into my eyes

All the way down

Thirsting for blood

Leaving footprint

After footprint

In my memory

Cutting through my relief

With an axe

Slipping away

In a broken lullaby.

XXVIX (B)

Ripping up the tension

You would have kissed me

If you could and told me

I’d be okay

Threading away my pain

And the blood

All over my ripped jeans

And trainers

Thickened in

A sharp transfer

Seeping through

Drenched in passion

As much as

A lingering sense of guilt.