Morning Breaks In The Elevator. Lemn Sissay

the cost.

      If there was ever one

      Who when you are cold

      Will summon warm air

      For your hands to hold;

      Who would make peace

      In pouring pain,

      Make laughter fall

      In falling rain.

      If there was ever one

      Who can offer you this and more;

      Who in keyless rooms

      Can open doors;

      Who in open doors

      Can see open fields

      And in open fields

      See harvests yield.

      Then see only my face

      In the reflection of these tides

      Through the clear water

      Beyond the river side.

      All I can send is love

      In all that this is

      A poem and a necklace

      Of invisible kisses

       SLIPPING

      you

      are

      slipping

      away

      Don’t

      Go if you want to

      see if I need you

      are

      slipping

      away

      Don’t

      Leave if you want to

      see if I miss you

      are

      slipping

      away

      Don’t

      Call if you want to

      see If I miss you

      slipping

      slipping

      Don’t

      Wave if you want to

      see if I care for you

      are

      slipping

      slipping

      slipping

      away

       MURDERING BILL

      With less than the pressure

      Of a downpressing butterfly wing in a feather field -

      The opening of an eyelid would make more noise -

      He opened the letterbox so slowly that it was

      As unsuspecting as a passing yawn in the morning.

      A smooth criminal face tattooed with blue ink

      With my name peers. This Royal Male

      The silent secret stalker crouched delicately

      Outside the front door – eyes filled the letterbox

      Like two greedy gulping goldfish in a tank.

      He drinks in the shadows of the sleeping half

      And becoming almost liquidite

      Squeezes savagely through the letterbox

      Arms first, head stretched, ears cut

      Now he had the eyes and the body of a lizard

      The strain written in blue veins on his face