Poem 312

Nothing to say about this … a gentleman doesn’t … though apparently he will write a poem about it …

And …

I love this pause
skidding sideways
                                  saying no
      too fast
the neighbourly cities of our bodies
entwining suburbs how I stretch out
            your arms
                                eyes
still tight
and place my palms
                                           on yours
smelling the smell of you in the curved bone
behind your ear listening to your voice
through my shoulder I want

                   to stay like this
                                                   and not move
                   so I'll never come
                   so it will never end


                 soon enough

we surface
with only
the smallest of splashes