I soft soap
your breasts
your nipples
...
You had the most amazing
pubic hair
either there was none there
...
The monkey too tired now
To dance
And feeling stupid
...
A strand
of light blonde hair
gently blown
...
I look into the darkness
& only see the darkness
staring back at me.
...
Her right hand
lingers among my poems
collecting words
...
We kiss
on the edge
of the cliff
...
Here I turn
the pages of the past
& “that” January
...
He coped a feel.
Didn't realise it was a cop he was feeling up.
...
I’ve got a poem
on my brain
but nothing
...