London boys
Amidst the tumble
of my patchwork body
Shipwreck heart
and heavy breasts
My eyes are full of sunsets
that only I have seen
Because to be alone is a gift
and to make love
is like chocolate
a privilege
so sweet.
I am glad to lie with you
I take your inadequacies
your mistakes
and I cover them with my good
wishes of you
with my
expectations of you.
And when he holds me how he
holds me and I fold
He says it’s beautiful
The molten gold between my legs
But I turn from him, rebuke him
Because sometimes it’s better
to just enjoy desire
Besides
I didn’t want to
And he says
Up the arse?
And I say no.
Fuck you.
(first published by The New River Press 2020)
