Cobwebs Poem by Clive Culverhouse
Cobwebs
we were both in rags
that year in the fifteens
both rode the back of a pig,
both dancing, jews harp,
for the king,
fingers and whispers
and then you in your noose
and me in my flames
I forgot just how much
you enchanted the moon
on those wavy
lustrous nights
the nostalgia as we cuddle
and think back,
your lips were too red
and your legs too good
for the gallows
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