When you have to believe ‘that a kiss leads to a promise’, you have been fooled already.

Waverley Sunset

I had a feeling, once, when the Earth moved,

that a kiss would lead to promise, just as young girls do;

I had a feeling, but I didn’t know how to be misled

I moved from city to city with a lost limb, pleading as it bled.

Loss ran thick and hot down my bed, my room, my street

My bedroom an abattoir,

My blood beneath the sheets.

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