Here

You have me here

Under your thumb

Clinched clamped caught

I am vermillion

A deep berry juice stain

On your thorn scratched fingertips

So that you are once again

Red handed spread

Caught wide across the table

Inspected, scrutinised and then denied

At the berry summer’s end

And I your supposed friend

Such a sweet tempting taste

A city you stand

Stone and concrete, glass

we still misconstrue

What it is you give

What you retain

When I expose

Let it all go again

The ever-longing addict