LITTLE
I knew so little
understood so little
read page
upon page but
nothing stuck
nothing sank in
lost everything, all hope
in that insane five minutes
with you
in your car
at Salt River Station
you told me brutally
bluntly you
did want to get involved
but here you are
your fingers desperate
out of control
all over me
suddenly, and me blind to it,
like some witness wonder in
an Achean tragedy
not seeing
this mirroring of
desire
for what it is
falling
out of love for you
for the briefest most
killing
of moments
but there we are
years later
words spoken
memories on the table
edging towards each other
warily, uncomfortably,
uncertain of
our certainties
and the swansong
only in a dream
me in your car thrown back
by g force this thing
propelled by a rocket
redlining
skimming the
rooves of the
city precincts before
heading into deep space
only place where love between
us
such as it is
could ever be
poems 2 die for 