D’you know that Eros,
known to some as Cupid too,
in his quiver had arrows
types two? golden
bringing love leaden
bringing death
like time that can everything
and it’s not us flowing straight,
it’s it moving through.
I can tell you,
I’m moving every morning
in my bed.
in my head
no, heathrow.
my cell, no body is calling,
is silent often so.
is time running? should we chase the time?
One vodka with lime.
take time to pause; and by the next moon...
dreamless night-walk
intercourse and talk
naturalistic and real
my hand
my… cheek
like Dali’s painting
eat meat
fertilise meat
Philosopher’s asleep
but you feel he wakes
friendship between a woman
and a male.
he must have been a gay
and a drama queen,
working all nights long
as an answering machine.
years have passed,
he still knows by heart:
please, press the button
please,
press the star
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