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
poems 2 die for 