Wrapped in woollens bird on twig, body sore from exercise,
you catch the 5.a.m. to Manchester; Virgin battle,
peeling dreams of sea creatures.
Each of us is whole, a rounded circuitry
of life, spliced together by beginnings
We breathe the same air, carry the same scars with different
stitches.. Over dinner you listen as you’ve been taught to do, I
fire terse stories in mild flirtation, only to amuse.
Our kisses become less random, more attuned,
our bodies once aghast, now aroused by
This is a grown up love born from the rattle
of laughter, a moment of tenderness where
you stroke my hand.
This is a place I want to be, not some stray boy
pawing me, but with someone who understands through
and through, that love is like water.