Put your finger
on this place
Nima said

putting my finger
on the puncture holes
on her arm's skin
where the needles
pushed in

that's my feed holes
that where I get
my kicks
and buzz from

I felt it
coldly warm
young
and smooth
yet slightly rough

we were in
Trafalgar Square
sitting by the fountain
it was 1967
I’d bought a new
Coltrane album
from a record shop
and had it
by my feet

you're lucky I’m here
she said
the fecking doctor
didn't want me
out of the hospital
until I could prove
I was trust worthy
what a laugh
she said

glad you are here
I said
I’d have waited
if you never showed
or gone
to the hospital
to find you

she lit up a cigarette
and gave one
to me

we inhaled
watching people
near by
pigeons
water splashes
heat from the sun
other bodies
laughter
snatches
of other conversations

they wouldn't
trust you there
she said
not after the ***
in the cupboard thing

I smiled
no one saw

no one saw
but they guessed after
she said
and that nurse
(who probably
doesn’t get any)
was quite funny
with me after
eyed me over
like my Mother does
when she comes
which is rare  
what's the record?
she asked

pointing to the LP
by my feet

a Coltrane record
jazz player
I said

if I didn't have
to get back
and I had money
I’d take us
to that cheap
hotel again
and do the *** thing

I need a fix too
need a feed

she sat
and inhaled

and I watched
a couple nearby
kissing
out of the corner
of my eye.