The times between now and then

A turquoise tourniquet
to stop the blood
that flows,
who runs away
from this or is it that I lay
and watch her bleeding?

rotating on a spit of land
she takes me by my bony hand
and pulls me to a rendezvous
to learn of things
and things I never knew

then leaves me high and dry to die
on what was once that paradise
where Adam drew his Eve aside
to kiss her

I want her
like Dylan said,
I want you
like Dylan said
I want you
across my big brass bed.

© 2020, John Smallshaw.