The more I try to recall
The less I remember
Was it all made up in my head?
You were the stray thread I pulled to remove
But drew out longer instead.
It was only last spring
We tanned like burnished beets
Under an Indian sun
Now I hold you as you grow
Further in my arms.
You were in my car beside me
The handbrake between our seats
Widened like a gorge
We fell to pieces a thousand times
And a thousand times reformed
Dust motes swirled on your breath
As we unravelled our entwined fibres
There was tyranny in your kindness
If only tenderness was foreign too
Then I could forget how it feels to want you.