of my
thirty-something lovers
to date
I have five favourites
from Mark
I have nothing
except our own
strange
lazy friendship
which I can’t imagine
being without
from Tony
I have nothing
apart from
a lot of
good memories
of
a lot of
fun times
from Tom
I have nothing
but a couple of
nagging questions
that I probably
don’t
really want
the answers to
from Ron
I have a handful
of love letters
(and by love letters,
I mean words of
lust and sex
and wanting)
and two photos of him
stripped to the waist,
nothing but solid muscle
and sweat
from Matt
I have a card
from my twentieth birthday,
which over the years I’ve
occasionally
been tempted
to throw away
but have never
been able
to face
parting with
sometimes
deep down
I secretly
wish
one of them
would’ve given me
their heart
First published in JAAM 31 (2013)