Boy Moon is an idiot I swear.
He has no money, no pennies,
nor diamonds, nor pearls,
yet he managed to buy a box
of matches from a shop run
by two dark haired girls.

He said to one of them: "You
really are pretty!" And to the other
one he grinned with his gap-toothed
smile, until she went
bright red, as red as the tips
on the tops of the individual
match sticks, inside the box.
Then satisfied with his good
seductive smile, he marched on.

He walked beyond the reed marshes,
he walked without shoes (this was
specifically idiotic), he passed
the silver pasture, and ran across
the fields, he dived into
the water (whilst the matches were
in a plastic bag twisted tightly
at the top), then he sang:

"Olé, Olé, Olé, Olé,
Bianca where are you?
Bianca I love you, I love
you Bianca, and if you don't love
me back I will burn. I will burn
and turn into something no more
valid than a flower, I will turn
into ashes. I will burn."

Bianca was brushing her teeth.
and she never heard and never replied.

© Boy Moon Books Ltd 2008

EXTRACT FROM:
The Boy Moon: Lost Love Poems Found in an Envelope
www.boymoonbooks.co.uk