Forgive the rapist

High lighted on a shadow freeway
angels feeding on my rib cage
it is my lottery day
the breeze, it blows and billows my way.
Tears drench the rouge of my cheek
a lonely prostitute roaming a Parisian street
to provide for a child whose father is a passage
a regret, a run away, a rage.
Lay in bed, lay in a street, lay in a faint
of destitution, absolution
pollution of body and mind
until the salt water drowns you and me both
in a broth of hurt and regret
baby of mine fields
Shields protection
you need education and smacking of brains and lips
of rescue and obscure
pips seeded in fields
bred like rats on heated somersets morn
rape seed raided
fed because he don't recognise me anymore.
I'm just a dirty whore of pig millions
a plethora of insipid stripped bacon poetry
a motion of a shadow in darkness
bled to death
gave birth to a sack of beauty
lost my life to a cutie of indescribable
bible talk
my baby walked and progressed
unlike the mother I became
she will live free of the cells of
castration,
infatuation
that mother fucker who killed me
that mother fucker who created you
I forgive Him

Unforgiven raptures

Reverse and breathe
a Gypsy ride
inhale and seek
disturb the pride
of my first love.
succeed I must on heather grey
on knees I fall in dust
and prey
in the sky to swoop
on down, in me
her locks of gold
I still
in mist
conceive.
Where art thou?
my history that painted
the becoming of the beginning
the reason of the sinning
the end of the story
the aftermath of a glory
I can not seek to comprehend
I can not beg for
its very end
stone me
in a quilt, a blanket
stag dear antler me
prick, pause
tick tock the claws
still ,in a highland mist
protrudes in a Salmon river
the thoughts of you
a dusty bonded book on shelves
mimic me on thoughts that delve
within a depth charge
lethargic cat lick dry like tongue
sip the sap of the cork tree hounded
by a wolf that sounded in after thoughts
taught its cubs internally
on me
in me
see me
explore me
ask me
two decades pass and she is still instill
me.
Perhaps a question of unforgiven raptures
a ceiling of uninterrupted laughter
a sign on a deserted back street collapses
for no one to hear
misdirected in a passage of tears
I still stare at an image of shadows
ghosts of hurt and withered dreams
of wintered hopes and times discreet
I claim my land and hope to gain
this former love one day
remain.