"I didn't mean to hurt you, I was trying to stop myself from hurting"

When you had him
was it on our bed?
The one I imagine to be
a raft floating above the real world
did you make those little
sounds in the softness of
your voice which spur me on?
did you do it to our music,
make him groan with your
mouth to the sound of saxophones?
Did you offer the taste and
scent of your essence all the
skill of your art?
was it me you were having
in the desperate need of your
despair?

When you had him you shared
the knowledge with me
Now I have him, in my head,
he's everywhere


title from a text message received from a friend 20/5/09 @ 9:52 PM

Another Place

I am in Another Place with you

wind has carved the beach to lead us on

at our backs, evening's cool breeze

ahead, sunlight and a new morning