Wednesday, 20 May 2015


You said you loved me more than cake –
   I doubted your intentions.

You said you longed for me the way
sandpaper longs for knuckles –
   I wondered what this meant.

You said you’d wait for me until
the stars themselves had vanished –
   I thought this quite unlikely.

You said that you had carved our names
across I won’t say where –
   I hoped you used a mirror.
I said I did not need the promise of the moon –
   you said I couldn’t have it ‘anyway’.

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