Love wrapped in the spite of a woman
but none so bitter.
You offered me white wrapped chemical knuckles
given easily to mass destruction.
Me your prisoner – barbed wire snares –
Spitting hissing antidotes:
dining on your empty words.
Yet here I stand pleading on my knees
hunting us, to where the sea meets
its land of all ending.
What utter insanity dares to delegate,
that here, is where the final hierarchy
of our death shall be.
There is no miracle waiting to set you free
for when I descend; then so shall you
to that spiralling vortex far below.
Where once we stood to be divided –
We alone shall be; that final witness – on this
our endings: re-united downfall.
Poppy May 2013