Hooked

Don’t I know you?
You brushed me by
Then glanced away
Muted

Don’t you know me?
I feigned a grin
And tripped myself
Laughing

Didn’t we
Fuck
On that black panting street
Of swollen broiling oceans

Our entwined tongues
Seducing angels
Who’s sunsets glinted
From radiant innocence

Heavens kisser

Moist with fear
Newfoundland passion
And gorged pulsing veins

You hunted my scented blood
Taking me in
Feeding
Your unforgiving compulsion

And I

Swallowing in your honour
Feasted on finish line sweat
Pocketing
Hooks, lines and sinkers

Hooked

Robert Knapman

Adelaide, Australia

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