The Exorcist – Part 1 of Three poems for my reluctant love.
Slowly, slowly, feel my fingers
stroking your forehead
wiping away the five folds moulded firm.
of her with the long hair
sleeping clouds shaking serpents
of her with the anklets
drawing blood pricking memories
of her with the rings, on toes you sucked
dry lips burning mouth
of her with the tattoos
seared into your skin flaming
of her with the dulcet voice
the tongue poisoning you
colouring your throat blue
Your mind closes, as I try
Love, they are burning you dry!
Healing you, I try
I am the exorcist, I try.