Steven Taylor

Before you

I pined for love like a lonely left dog
Outside the new Sainbury's in Camden

But now.  On my divan.  I watch wild
Oriental dragons stalk the soured
Veins along the back of my fist &
Permit the light from their ruby eyes
Caress my own fey imagination
			      in such
A delicate manner, darling
I know everything
Like modern Israel & my breath

Is sweet as your touch

Ever was.  I am even more certain.
More beautiful.  More needed.  Occupied.  

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