IN-BETWEEN

My love waits there

In the polestar I find purpose

In your measured leisure

I’m smothered in your soft mercies

You devour me like brindled candy

In rainbows made of marbled sand

In the armament I find favour

In your dispensation of charity

As you bow before me

Oh, the joy of the in-between

I relish in the taste

Of your affinity for broken things

And sweet cum