Be Lucky, Darling

The stars have told he’s a monkey,

but I know he’s scared of heights.

I still feel his frantic fingers clinging to mine,

as the sky welcomed us.

 

He shakes himself out, like a dog,

and tramples through the tide,

to fetch me from my fantasising.

 

The stars have told me I’m a sheep,

and though I’m soft, and sweet,

no dog shall be my master,

and I’d hoped never to run at one’s command.

 

The whistle whispers,

I resist running,

but I shudder, and I slither,

and I catch a train,

to have my taken man,

like the hypnotised snake he knows I am.


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