Wednesday, 23 February 2011

For Neil, later

Almost a year has passed
and still my fingers in your mouth
in them early hours
lingers in my mind

Your kisses dancing across
a late night drive
the tense pull and dive between us
now as then

"What are you going to do to me?"
the question passing
before and after and inbetween
the pages of us stuck together
like a book in the bath
impermanent drowning

I want the hurry of you
ticking back time to make me present

I want the secrets of you
all spilled out like an upturned drawer

I want the moment we share to stretch forever
beyond us, inside us -horizon and vertical
lasting as long as we need

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