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