Our brains kissed before our lips could,
My heart yearned before I understood,
We’d already spoken before we had chance to,
When we met, I was surrounded by you.

**** getting kisses for breakfast,
I want them for lunch and tea.
I don’t ever want you,
To have to miss me,
Because that means that I’ve left you,
If I’ve left you then you’re alone,
And that’s not what I want,
My lost pebble in the foam,
                                                       I want sunshine.
I want cold smarting my nostrils,
And setting it’s embers alight,
Deep in my chest.
I want to be under a string of stars
That glow
To the pulse of my heartbeat,
From thousands of years ago.
I want nettle stings on my thighs,
I want mud on my hands
I want you to look at me always in that way
when you brushed off the ***** bloodied sand.


                                     I never washed my shoes after that.

I want to eat peaches and cream off your thighs,
Have I ever told you that?
Well, that’s what I want to do.
On a lazy Sunday afternoon,
When we are watching something weird
Before the Channel 5 news
Cruises through, like a liner,
And disturbs the World’s Worst Hurricanes.

I want dribble the cream down
To the tops of your knees
And watch each droplet coat,
Like a new skin,
Milky and new and thick.
Then I’ll reach for my tin opener,
Peach slices, neat, from the nearest Co-Operative
Arranged like humps of a lizard
Once believed to exist.

You'll let me, won't you?
You with your hair,
And your nails
And your laugh.
I want to eat peaches and cream off your thighs,
Have I ever told you that?