it'll be five minutes

she sits

on the window sill

in the chipshop

he stands between her knees

she pulls him to face her

fingers in his belt loops

rests her flushed right cheek

against the button of his jeans

her breasts brushing his thighs

moistens her lips in anticipation

of a fine piece of cod

tangy with vinegar

Listen

I long to hold a woman

in my arms again

to feel her skin under my finger tips

the warmth of her breath on my neck

to draw the scent of her hair

into me

pure succour for my soul

I would live on the smell of her body

her musky shades and damp corners

I would thrive on her sweat

I would jive sweet sounds from her throat

with my caresses

and catch them in the bosom of my heart

too long the dark nights

have settled in

with no-one beside me

listen

let my loneliness

sing out

over roof tops

and

across oceans

listen

let my yearning burn

as a beacon on the hilltops

for I am no longer

afraid to tell

the world

of my longing

I fear only

the depth of death

in this sad solitude

were we to meet

Were we to meet

would we seduce each other?

would we

in our search for desperate love

find solace

in each other's pain?

I would let you

lead my hand

over the field of your belly

down through 

the soft warm grass

you would spread

your fingers over mine

and curl me into you

sucking up my fingertips

to the knuckles

in your lips' wet

kiss

and my mind would

follow your lead

and drive my nose down

across your breasts

tonguing your tender nipples

as I pass

glide over your stomach pillow

through the same pungent forest

then delve

into your honeyed cavern

seeking your pleasure

in its dank recesses

until you

your eyes closed

head tipped back

utter sounds

I long to hear

of pain melting into pleasure

of sorrows softening

of darkness opening

to the light