Eyes laced with bad intention and tights that blister thighs,
a duvet full of nights I cannot help but despise-
she ain’t broken but I volunteer to put her on the mend,
is your love for her a stage test for some sweet pretence?
The triangle never alters its shape,
but the edges blur and transform in many ways,
nights out, collars up and songs that never rust,
sacrifice that safe old love for unreliable lust.
Anticipating Jack and Daniel to persuade you into a call,
that flashing on your screen outshines the disco ball,
Not having any effect has become a realistic fear,
words are backgrounds when bodies become near.
When safe love finally loses its evaporating sex appeal,
find me in the shadows, with a soul to squeeze and a mind to steal,
My heart swims in zones of despair,
feeling you close now, but I also need you there.
Rachel Henley 