Receiver Take 2

Receiver (26th June 2008, 12.34pm, 30th June 11.42am)

Your eyes
fragile blue
wilting over
a frozen smile,
lips locked in anger
unable to alter;

You can’t
quite bring
yourself to move,
ground-rooted,
motionless to disprove
what must be a lie;

My love
flounders in
the pool of gilt guilt;
molten truth
nudges at your toes
trying to move you;

I speak
soundless words
of protest,
for I can’t quite
believe myself either
now I’ve spilt it;

Your hands
make fists
then relax,
another broken
television might be
the consequence;

You are
more than
the sum of my parts,
built up to
this statue I cannot
bow down to now;

I am
not what I set out
to become;
feathers unstuck,
wing-damaged
oil-slicked bird;

We are
set apart from
time and space;
the look on your face
says more than
articulation.