I asked for forgiveness
slaked my body with rain water
and washed the aches down
with some warm Jack
two/three/four fingers
and two cubes of ice
crumpled lungs tightly bound
my diaphragm repeats time with a thousand swallows
flaying against each rib
in the centre
bone and marrow remember love
how strong it survives
making body paint
with quiet shadow hands
patterns of a heart unfolding
to the winged skies
seen as an unbled spleen
filled with red corpuscles
upon feather and wing
the wind plays on
why does it always rain in Manchester
but there is mercy
for I know I have loved
for it is laid inside obsidian nights
to be there with quietude
integrity comes in the shape
of a friend's hand
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