last year

for jaya, because she asked.

this time,

last year.

i waited for you on street corners

in the rain that flooded wellfield road.

this was before the ice

coating the streets

where we lived.

in the annexe,

around the corner from the shop

where my friend anna used to buy vodka

aged just fifteen.

the lady owned cats

and never asked our age

(we hid from the police.)

you took me,

sweetly

to the sound of Roxanne.

i tried to enjoy myself

and found your skinny legs and bottom

mildly humorous

affecting my concentration

at this Important Moment

cosmopolitan told me

i'd remember for the rest of my life.

i told you, 'i feel like a cat'

and you replied

'you always say that'.

kneading balm into your knuckles

you said were sore.

well i do

crouched here

in the corner of your sofa

then being turfed into the street.

you wanted to take things,

oh so slowly.

Reviews

[jbop]

Still read your poetry, wish you wrote more xxx

[jbop]

Loves. More.