Moonflower from Blue & Green by Aidan Simpson

Hot in the ending of eras
O! our bloody love!
where the round of a sound in an ear
is aroused to a rub.
It is midnight and all of your mannequins mope at the fallow moon, making me fall.

From the first to the last of the line,
you are all - and you are mine.

Sunk in the snarl of one wounded
I milk the mad rose
to steal me a scent that's ungrounded
enough for your nose.
In syrup of flowers I suck at the stamen for glucose and glut to the full.

From the first to the last of the line,
you are all - and you are mine.

Lifted on wings of your velvet
and vinegar sea,
then dropped to your gulleys and shelves
it all open for me.
All of the parrot fish titter and talk of the moist paradise of your skull.

From the first to the last of the line,
you are all - and you are mine.

I see you in horoscopes, limping
along with the stars,
pursued by a bear, a dog simpering
between your bare arms.
Fleet footed through null you go, ravenous, wearing the riches of night as your shawl.

From the first to the last of the line,
you are all - and you are mine.

• Folk
• alternative
• indie
• United Kingdom