Clem - The Autumns

Some white boys

Fake noise

Pulled faces

From a box of toys

Not my girl

Black-bone

Cut pearl

And every pin-curl poised

Sets herself

In fine ice shelf

A clutch of wishes grown

Round her throne

Come my Clem

Lips licked

Wound stems

The whispers rip and rend

Pluck of pink

Ribbed red as ink

Another heart to spend

Twined those two

Like black and blue

The kisses kept in bruise

Let me lose

Don’t say no

Say it isn’t so, I know

Never gonna let go

With this tether in tow

The center holds

Then unfolds

Like love, it’s strange

Strangely lost in love