Little Cub Mulberry
Choking a smile, your harlequin head
Curtained like mine in the Nineties
Trellising down all the skinny brown curls
Can trust the lies now skirting your body
Awkward obsessions, regrets and desires
You've stored them all for this unfriendly winter
Welcoming arms, now spring has returned
You brace your limbs wide and cajole me kindly
Deep grooves that could hide all manner of things (x10)
