I thought of you in bed last night.

Remembering your soft brown skin,

the times we had, impressions

of your absence

ever gentle on my mind.

 

I tumbled back to trampled paths

and BPM at sunrise.

Techno nights and dancing

on the weathered land

in daylight, singing love songs

in the mud and lit by lightning.

 

We were stormproof, leathered,

no one stopped us, nothing mattered

when we gathered on the hills and in the valleys,

all-in parties, back to mine

for dapple comedowns;

fragments of a breakfast

dressed for comfort.

 

I never named you.

Didn't need to. Not at first.

You were there and I was in you

walking harmony, waxing

with delight in silent company,

recalling country lines of how                             

we fit together walkin'.

Glen was right.

Do you remember?

 

I think we did too much too hard too fast

and even though I know,

'cause Leonard told me,

that the light comes in through cracks

I couldn't fix you;

 

kept hold of you too long.

You were gone but I refused

to see the damage that we'd done 

underfoot, underground.

Thought that faith would make you dance again,

ferocity of want would resurrect

your diamond eyes and lace desire

into every hole and tongue

but your sole was unredeemable,

in disrepair; decayed.

 

I thought of you in bed last night,

wishing I was in you,

remembering your soft brown skin.

I'll never have that love again.

Steelcap toes or CATs are no replacement

for my waxy brown and broken down

beautiful old boots,

my darlin' dancers.