Full Moon/Venn

Tonight, the sky is a venn diagram of us,
You are the sun,
And I, the moon,
There is no overlap.

In some brief eclipse,
We kissed,
And blinded the rubberneckers,
So ill-prepared for such a dazzling show.
I turned to look at you
And burned my retinas.

POEM: April

April has come,
Does this mean I can too?

After the Orgy

Margaret is furiously scrubbing,
It is now widely acknowledged
That the bacon was a mistake.

I sit, blind-eyed,
In the queue for the shower,
Whilst Dorothy pairs the socks.

I can still remember, Ryan,
Contorted, as at the base of the crucifixion,
I am never playing Twister again.