What happened last night?

Darting, skipping, wittily fencing,

Delicately balanced above our true thoughts.

Trading, barbing, laughing, smiling,

Distracting ourselves from the dark below.

Glancing, thinking, touching, hoping,

Ignoring the yawning, morning chasm of last night.


The depth


Suddenly calm in your steady gaze,

Until over the cataract it surges:

A torrent, a flood. I can’t resist.

Barrelling through me, thundering against my chest.

I’m flailing, sinking, helpless, drowning…


So ignore it, let’s dual instead.