Have I been nineteen? Skin taut on bones
Just this side of adolescence.
When you knew me first I slapped queens,
Flirted with the guillotine while you
Vomited into your top hat.
I chased taxis in a trenchcoat
And painted watercolors in Hyde Park
Where you dropped acid,
The same sun burning us both.
Once your fingers touched heat,
An adventure inside my body, our only witness
A robin's egg, a patch of brown grass.
We've laid beneath this tree so long now.
Centuries pas us, technology
Steals our bliss, but I kiss you anyway.
This might be tomorrow,
Or we might already be gone.
1 comment:
this poem was a runner up for the 2008 anthony abbott poetry contest. woohoo! :)
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