i’m so sorry to bother you again
it’s me –
your majesty.

i live inside you
like a seed in avocado
like a belief against killing animals in a sensitive vegeterian’s mind
like a last sip of lager in a loser’s glass
in a gloomy Belfast bar
at totally unimportant night

this is me
i am your majesty
i am your sense of procrastination.

your long
dark
eyelashes.

Freckles like water on your skin.

Thoughts written on irises.

Melancholy smiles.

Will you let me in

again?