James
by EmiliaDG
Posted: 19 July 2003 Word Count: 80 |
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You read me Thom Gunn
On a bed in Tufnel Park
I hardly knew you then
The poem was bleak
And sadly prophetic
Of how our lives would be
We made love hard and fast
In those days
You were un-skilled
But quick of hand
I wore my guilt like a badge
And left quietly
Losing myself in Kentish Town
The journey home
Was difficult that day
I thought up excuses
And re-applied lipstick
But I always knew he knew
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