Afterwords

What desperate depths you've d**g me to still

Blood to bruise I'd run to you

So it's the least that I could do to remember you

The way that you would want me to

Those days before these pores improved when

Sore to swoon I swore to you

Then ankles bound with trousers round

I'd lay the way you taught me to

Loose slacks ascend toward half mast

Those photographs outlast what's come to pass

I have in my mind the face

Upright the skin was taught

But horizontal

An excess came from somewhere to droop down

Clouding sockets flushing hollows

Pulling the mouth into a drooping head heavy heart

It was in this position of the skin that it looked sadden

Yet entirely moved by feeling sad

This is where I knew we met

The kicking dead

Those hips of rose through balls of blue

It's all that I'll recall of you

Those faithful few who never knew

Well what they don't know won't hurt you

One sinful slip which slew us two

From scorn to screw I mourn for you

Who'd flatter me your fleur de lis

Who's elegies still seep from me

And pleased to fondly think of thee

On berber burnt and bended knees

So rest however restlessly with peace

Beneath these cherry trees