I have a hard time
containing
my feelings for you
julia
for they are
as liquid as night
as ferocious as hunger
as dark as revenge
as cheap as choking
they are the colour
of the red wine stains
on your inner lip
they smell of excess
and taste of dawn
they are wrapped
in last year's paper
and still
somehow
draw last year's tears
they threaten
and cajole
and generally
fuck about
with my
peace of mind
so I will burn
these feelings
julia
and toss the pasty ashes
into the river
where we stood
on the bridge
and you
spat my longing
back at me
julia
and then
walked away
laughing
