My young life,
sheltered and cocooned in love before my darkest thought,
Peeled back,
a grape suspended raw above my darkest thought,
You could have plucked and chewed and swallowed,
sucking up the life,
instead crushing under foot,
its juice spraying sideways,
flailing,
You didn’t survive my darkest thought,
but in return I died again
My heart explodes,
your head decants,
sports and blood for all the games
my darkest thought will be of you,
and I and of the end of time
Adam Jones 