they are stacking up the chairs at the Exeter
as we walk out of the cinema
I’m a sucker for endings
those parting tears from the perspective
of an open fireplace
remember us to the balmy night
nothing is supposed to last forever
& shouldn’t this be liberating?
my fingers play this conversation
as Schubert as a young Mozart
as a fleeting thought
as exit music for a film
a song for the flies that rest on your unbuttoned shirt
& the words that transform your tongue into a foreign body
a song the sound of your piss in the bathroom
with the curtains drawn
slides pass across the wall
these brief moments of stillness
these antiquated forms
we learn by touch alone
in your bed we have another conversation
remaining staunchly theoretical
right up until the moment I fall asleep
on your chest
I hear the call for last drinks
ringing through the alley
though I’m hardly here
I’m with you
in that remembered summer
my heart is like the skin of a peach
in the blazing afternoon
go ahead
& fuck me up