II

Stare at the delicate, ancient eye
draw back
to original frosts
web’s dew-poised
angular cling
and balancing act.
An adult’s brightened eye, raised hand,
the broken walks, wintertime
at the holly
such skeletal fallings.

III

Mine the insecticide
mine the bed
and this the line
the captured wing has read.

IV
The swastika’s a web
wound
round spider black.
It wishes not
for any tangible
intricacy
beyond its idea.
Web quick,
slow
Captive.

LINES
Homage to Jake and Dinos Chapman

I am nature’s church
dew’s rest
flight’s grave
a wide white eye
and hell for the butterfly.

SPECTACLE

If I wore glasses darling
I would only take them off
for you,
unhook the delicate
circles
trapped by wire
just like you do
and give the pub
their frames for an hour,
while we two sat
with nude eyes busy
being seen
by the one other thing
that knew.

THE KISS
(after Rodin)

Kiss kiss
Kiss kiss.
Eternity isn’t bliss!
Will we always be stuck like this?
You’re face, my lips, your happy wrist
frozen like a butterfly
where it hurts to twist
and where the white stone pins.
Will it only ever be this?
Isn’t a kiss supposed to end
And then begin?

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