Slaken - To Abate.

slimmer, slimmer, these blurry blue arms
touch my face splash my ashmarks
with something.
too many thoughts I had thunk
to keep quiet
and now -
not so/never
typing but tapping
have come the hideous
'click-clack /click-a-clacking'
heels
uneven on the curb.
trains rattle
keys rattle
and scratch their intention on
my glass front door.
come in I say, and
Slaken to abate your vile tasting thirst.
but be gone with your things by the morning
my dear
and swear you will never return.