ode to Martin


is exactly what I’m going to do,

fabricate it in my mind:


All colours fancy – neon, glowing,

posing like you know what you’re doing,

glowing inside-out from all that

trapped-up sexual tension.

bent on finding out

what reconciliation feels like

– tight –

and we couldn’t be any closer than this,

right on the mark with your timing,

finding me helpless

to resist those eyes, those lines.

They must have watched me spying you,

imploring you to pry yourself

away and into my path.

And there is still no point denying you

my heart.


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