scent
turn my head
and you are racing
creaking oak and silver
racing to rubber and salt
salt and me on your skin
taste myself on you
taste my sweet blood
roses to see and wash us away
your ashes in my small room
too many tears to clean them
and no photographs
too little time
you are calling me words and words
electric and ink
music songs through water
singing you slender
I feel I want to touch
left with the song of you
playing my guitar
with the smell of your fingers still on it
and where your head was
that beautiful head
a stain of old blood
and faint woodsmoke
Morgaine Merch Lleuad is a poet and novelist, and a tutor/lecturer in poetry and creative writing at Exeter University and the OU, respectively. Her poetry has been published in various magazines, including Orbis, The Interpreter’s House, Iota, and The Frogmore Papers.