You have a strange smell
Not unpleasant
Just strange
Your skin is not calm
Your eyes remain watchful
You taste wrong
Dilute and bitter,
Brackish to my mouth
Its not the same, I want to be with him
I know your body
You are a good friend
Sturdy, solid, without subtlety
We’ve made this mistake before
Nobody’s fault
I’m here aren’t I?
You sit on the end of the single bed
Listening to Capital Gold
The little collection of pornography
And I still see in you
The orphan at the mercy of the Christian Brothers
The borstal boy
The adolescent recruit
Twenty-eight days
For striking a comrade soldier
You asked me once
After a marathon session at the Chippenham
I fell over and broke my glasses
You asked me if I loved you
I said yes
It was the truth
It was never mentioned again
To me there are different kinds of love
To you people don’t go back on their word.
