Thursday, 25 April 2013

that's fine

he wooed me with stories
of scoring in russell st.
took me through the
the eye movements
the under the tongue 
and jaw dropping 
told me he didn't need
a tourniquet
because his veins were strong.

he told me the thrill
and the fuck the world
it gave him.
that's fine,
everybody makes their choices.

he listened quietly
to my observations
then told me where
i was wrong.
that's fine,
everybody has an opinion.

clean now,
trying to find his
place in the world
with words,
lots of words.
that's fine,
connection is how the race 

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