I
Still
Burn
For you
But I hold back
The playful primacy
The fury of want,
Need I have,
When you’ve come to me,
Sobbing and penitent,
I have put my self to
One side,
To offer what comfort
I can,
Spare change,
Against the vault of treasure,
Where we play amidst rivers
Of golden coin,
And how I would
Spend
Spend
Spend
If you gave me,
The key
Again.
MB Blissett 