- Vol. 05
On brooks of velvet You smelt like salt Feet dipped in the plunge-pool Cradled by stones, calluses I loved to watch you wash
Goosebumps on goosethighs You’d talk me through The whys, cheek touching Breath like peppermint Water slowly darkened with Garden-dirt and grass
Now, tables turned You in that same basin I’ll try to be gentle as Then. You are the Child now: pink and plump forever.