Mr Whippy

You said you loved me and I said so too,you said you loved me, and I thought,“as much as a young man ever could”.The roses are hangingin patches of candourpetals falling into dead grass.In amongst the bindweed snailssuck slowly across deep peat earthand birds throw themselves at the skyin a huge dawn chorus.Summer’s holding hands with her lovers,you appear and disappear, right handleft hand, full heart.I’m hoping for an ocean glideblue and yellow fishes in a tropicaldimension, this second coming is slow.Our bodies still remember, to remember to fit,corners to hollow where they should, shy andout of practice.You tell me you want to hold me,that’s the way we do it, love seepingfrom our skin to dye the cream sheets pink.Sex is something we’re not sure of,know it’ll open a door to a place not wanted,tie us to a future left unsaid and waiting.I want you, falls like the rose petals intothe room and I do , but wish for no surrender.It was the ice cream that did it, blame the ice cream.You standing on my steps with a drippingMr. Whippy,delicious in its e numbers, all consuming.*