III. The Messiah
He is the Son of Man, and has
the perforations to prove it. His
main talent is loving. His love is enormous.
His fingers are ripe and plentiful,
rooted at the hand, pink from knuckle
to knuckle, capped with pristine cuticles.
He will die for you but ignore your texts,
and change the subject if you mention sex.
He has a small Oedipus complex.
He will let you close but no closer,
because he is the whole world’s lover.
One day you’ll find him brewing tea for your sister.
~ Flora de Falbe
Flora de Falbe comes from London and is studying English at Cambridge. She has won various young writers’ awards including Foyle Young Poets in 2011 and 2012, and took part in the 2014 Tower Poetry Summer School. She has read at events including the Ledbury and Wenlock poetry festivals, and has recently been published by CAKE and The Emma Press.
