You
smell of the woods
of
moss and wild mushrooms
there's
fresh air in your hair
and
mud on your boots
as you knock
and
come in to me
here
in the shed
while
she makes your coffee
in
the kitchen
And
you give me yourself
because
you know
that
I bleed
we
clamber swiftly out of encumbering clothes
release
none but essential body parts
and
you in the sunshine from the window
suck
my sadness from me
give
me the succour of your solace
hot
rough sex
with
you, perched on the edge
of
the work bench
creosote,
paint and fertiliser scenting the air
and
I completely love you for it
for
the gracious kernel of passion
you
provoke in me
my
urgent orgasm
too
swift
to
grant you much pleasure
except
a delight in your giving of it
I
move swiftly to wipe
pathetic
tears from eyes
lonely
years from memory
We
are here
amid
the warm stench of wood
and
for a blissful eternal moment
there
is no world out there
and
you are mine
And
I am whole
