Bloodshot

Bloodshot Simon Stevens (May 2024) Fire of my eye.Tiny grains of sandJust beyond reach;Grit sat goading.Just one careful touch;Softest caress; rub; nudge;And then the tickleBecomes a scratchBecomes a yearningPrimordial urge. Sunglasses on a windswept ride –Styleless fashion iconCast against grey relentless sky;Hidden – cool in place blazing.‘What’s wrong?’ ‘Jesus!’‘What’s happened to your eye?’And then the […]