
we are half lovers
a tincture with regret
shadows approach and
I realise it is time to go
but we stay to see
what it looks like from
the
other side I extricate
myself because I like
the process of stitching
back together tidal
journey after tidal
journey I cover the
desk in artefacts push
aside again what is
essential but revulsive
the writing of sweeping
sympathies I don’t
need it but I like to
long for it a concise
clear list of hard facts
is the last thing I am
taking from you the
rhyme of fear coming
from his mouth I can’t
wait for fantasies
to come true

