girl in the water

I wrote this today, my muse being the film 'Blue Velvet'

Girl in the Water

In the wardrobe, it is always night.
Through splintered light, pin-tucked dresses suggesting parted lips
drape loosely over shoes.

In the womb, it is always night
where the taste of broken dolls is spooned delicately into mouths.

A flickering candle, slow with violence, licks the air with good intentions,
while the laughter of a young boy echoes the sound of a thousand robins;
worms wiggling in their beaks, changing the colour of your sleep.

Lips like fat pillows swell the way ripened fruit does in summer
inhaling the scent of the afternoon,
giving way to concrete coloured skies, vapid skin and lost eyes.

Escaping the serpent’s stare wedged between your legs
is not as easy as you thought.

Breathe in, breathe out.

Dead man's hands suckle on the puckered rind of your being,
tying you in knots of humid breath.
Swimming through the foulness of the city - at first so thrilling,
thick with a thousand little lies -
now assaults your eye while blood beats an unfeeling tune around your ears.