Do you recall that night?
The history of our worlds slid down your marzipan wallpaper,
We licked the best bits off each other.
A tarantula cowered on your shoulder
Making you do those brave things.
like kissing my past and
flicking your future:

That Nazi, your grandfather shot,
hiding in the garden shed.
The fucking cheek of it.
Burying his body in a shallow grave-
I read your mind.
Let’s find it tonight.

Burying the dead on the beach
My Grandad boarded his boat
through the raging bullets of rain.
He survived but
with a tarantula on
his tongue.
Bury me in quick sand.
I want to feel everything beyond
the known.