White Van, Man

The desiccated floral spray
Held fast by ribbon, colour fades.
A sodden former greetings card,
Sandwich bag, Sellotape bunting.

Her shattered tears yield to slumber.
She dreams his breath upon her skin.
His gentle fingers make her come. But
She remembers in the morning.

The tiny flutter tummy strum
Of popcorn hop, just five weeks grown.
Future scans she’ll watch with mum.
Books of names she’ll read alone.

Arc light buzz, pneumatic hiss.
Shadow flashes ________ orange _______ blue.
Commuters crawl with voyeuristic
Self-disgust: No-one they knew.

Plastic gems spill on the verge;
Fog light rubies, headlamp diamonds.
Molten rubber fused with earth.
Dead rainbow smear from oily wounds.

A crunch of gears and he’s away.
On the back door how’s my driving?
And with his finger, I wish my
Wife was as dirty as this van.