a small tenement toilet sparks into life
my fondest love.
there i showered whilst you dried your hair
and made yourself up.
a queer little room
i felt soothed by the lack of motion
against the cruel busy mess outside the missing window.
he often brought treats back from work;
pork pies, flapjacks and cakes.
insatiable appitites both,
we kissed as lovers do
with no surrender to undefeatable time.
time and time again.
washing, eating, fucking: love.