Englishman in New York

I like being able to say,

‘you were the last to...’.

and when I wear what I wore that day.

What I was wearing, what you tore off me,

gently.

Not like they say.

and I grabbed at your flesh.

It was dark and hazy

but you spoke to me and you asked me

and you told me I was daft.

You whispered to me and, quietly,

so that everyone could hear, laughed.

And I pulled you close and kissed you,

like, in the morning, when you thought I was sleeping,

you did to my hair.

Reviews

[stellasautelle]

very nice :)