Darling…

You may pine for my husk of a gin shallow voice
my skin so delicate that bubbles bruise it
I don’t care for you today

Don’t call me on a mock alabaster phone
Don’t tickle with peacock tail feathers
I don’t care for you today

Be advised my elephant is fitted with wheels,
fuelled with oranges and lemons,
ready to go and go and go.

But send me more flowers, I like them purple,
more pearls I like them warm and natural,
you might be my treasure tomorrow.