the visitor

this morning I
woke up with
you.
I never thought to
ask
who you were or
where you had come
from;
my window had
broken
in the night,
there was glass everywhere,
our naked flesh
crunched on it like snow.
come to think of
it
the ceiling was
unfamiliar too,
the artex
swirls
made me giddy
like drowning in a rough
sea,
but not so wet and
cold.
my mirror was also in the wrong
place
and when I looked in it
it
showed me my
body
from the
back;
I noticed some small love-bites
running
all the way down my
spine, like a line of
tanks
or
a party of tidy fox
hunters.
then I suddenly
saw
my pictures: every
one at an
angle,
like a drunken
hangman. finally
I caught sight of
you, grinning at me from the
bed
with that know-it-all
look
in your
eyes.

now I know what Joan of
Arc
felt like.

the visitor

darkvampire

Joined January 2009

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