DRIVING DOWN TO CAPE TOWN

DRIVING DOWN TO CAPE TOWN

driving down
to Cape Town to
honour your invitation

need to fill my veins
with the fuel
of liquid stoicism

fifty years since
we last laid eyes
on each other

fear a
single touch from you
and I might disintegrate

recalling that moment
where in your bedroom
I declined
   the sharing of the bed
and whatever
consequent pleasure

thinking this meaning so
much less
       so much less
for you

and now
me heading South
realizing
     in light of
this current sweet
                    invitation

how hopelessly wrong
I must have been