There was fire over water that night
we met, sparks aplenty. You were more
elegant than expected, curvaceous steel
with a hint of rebellion. Your body
enclosed me like a rocket on our way
to a mysterious planet. My heartbeat
quickened as I fondled the unfamiliar
instruments swathed in your green light.
Together we claimed space, unstoppable.
We shot across the Tyne Bridge without
looking back, headed north, crossing
borders and north – north – anticipating
the friction of car wheels on gravel
roads. There were torn rainbows, strings
of pearls, demons hiding in hedgerows,
lightning bolts and blinding spider mist.
There were herring seas, twisted forests,
and languid nights of Summer Isles. Lost
in the clouds we met only talking cats.
Fairy lights beckoned from peat bogs;
temptation lurking in each red window.
We were Bonny and Clyde, a foxy
duo kicking up shit in the badlands until
we broke with a whimper not a bang.
I feel the cold without you and I doubt
the presence of soul. Scars fade in sun;
nothing remains but moss, rust and bone.