80’s horror movies on videotapes sifted from

boxes sitting around for years doing nothing

heather langenkamp with those

cute lips and goofy front teeth and those vaginal eyebrows that speak

to me

of the wonders of desperate sweat

pyjamas then no pyjamas

hands around a throat

then fingers in the mouth with

streams of spit glistening on a hardened, glowing nipple that tastes as good as my mother’s did

some three decades before

reel around the fountain

images involving sacrificial goats and spiral staircases

that take you down to a pool of water

as ancient and holy as the womb of a cherished

lover that became just

another

other

and then before you know it

there’s four in the morning birdsong

with a little wine

and

a little time

perhaps more time we’ll ever know what to do with

A Journal for Damned Lovers UK

A Journal for Damned Lovers US

Anthology UK / Anthology US