DANCEY MEAD

You’re a singing sprocket and I’m a flying bison
Oh who knows,
y’know we like the impossible
Cos really
You’re creaky, and I’m heavy

Dazzled,
Bedraggled in honey I
Fought and flew and climbed
To highest peaks, petals beneath
My thighs, brushed
And turning with the sun, their faces
become
Golden, and so do I
Carrier of the lusty crumb