Enough said
and
drunk,
we sulked
and danced
and waited for:
coats
taxis
kebabs.


holding posters
of
dead rock stars
we climbed
the bare stairs.


Some wine
and the best sounds on tape
and white bulbs painted red or blue
and grass,  'cool'
no chairs,
white walls,
carpeted.


my flat.

More drink
and looking out of windows
and Tom Waits on tape
and that 'gear' from Egypt.

pushing each other gently

and

opening windows
and

and

we laughed
and peered out of the
cataract window

Unexpectedly you stood close
and we were still strangers... just

Liverpool was wet and outside
And though you held your spliff and hand in that way that
Invites comment.....

We chocked on the strength
of the 'blow'
and laughed again
and
when we kissed
it was sudden
as...
I did not know-
where it came from-
we kissed
slow
That kiss I venture
I do return
to it
(I think you sighed)
god I think you sighed!


I have that tape still.