On a Promise

After careful persuasion
you took me to that quirky council flat
where you lodged on an ex prison bed
and a kitchen worktop concealed the bath

There were crabs with cuffed claws
in the Belfast sink
We drank cheap Russian vodka
on-a-promise penned with indelible ink

We flopped in the expanse
of your sister’s unmade bed
It was an act of contrition
that left me empty and mislead

I should rather have condemned you
to that single jail bed
for stealing my naivety
and mis-appropriating my head

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Toe-the-line

Pix-elate me
titillate me
tease me & freeze me
encaspsule, enshrine

bubble wrap me
in security entrap me
though I see through the plastic
you’ve commited no crime

shoe-boxing myself
to ship across ocean
packing love and devotion
hoping you’ll toe the line