Well i held you like a lover

Happy hands and your elbow in the appropriate place

And we ignored our others, happy plans
For that delicate look upon your face

Our bodies moved and hardened
Hurting parts of your garden
With no room for a pardon
In a place where no one knows what we have done

Do you come
Together ever with…[Read more]

it is afterwards
and you talk on tiptoe
happy to be part
of the darkness
lips becoming limp
a prelude to tiredness.
Comeclose and Sleepnow
for in the morning
when a policeman
disgusied as the sun
creeps into the room
and your mother
disguised as birds
calls from the trees
you will put on a dress of guilt
and shoes with…[Read more]

nobody heard him, the dead man
but still he lay moaning.
i was much further out than you thought
and not waving but drowning.

poor chap, he always loved larking
and now he’s dead
it must have been too cold for him his heart gave way,
they said.

oh no no no, it was too cold always
(still the dead one lay moaning)
i was too…[Read more]