My darling,

If you want to kill me in my

Sleep then so be it!

But at least have the decency to wake me

First,

So that the last image I see on this

Sorry earth is

You.

 

Your looming madness hanging over me,

As The Desperate Man did on

Courbet’s living room wall,

You and your glorious face of anger,

Burnt onto my dead retina

Like bleach on linen,

The most beautiful keepsake to

Take home with

Me.