Let Me Lever

I heard him say to her

your secured windows,
step inside your home
 
run round four rooms
of your heart a madman,
 
break your ornaments, rip
out your settee’s innards,
 
break your glasses, trash
your food cupboards,
 
savage your clothes, rend
buttons, zips, tear scarfs,
 
lacerate your lace,
turn on all your taps,
 
so water overlaps porcelain edges,
soaks your floor boards,
 
drips into light fittings,
dribbles down walls,
 
let me empty your bins
of veg peel, sodden tea bags.
 
Let me kiss your horror,
and then the rest.