THE LAST TIME EVER by Gerald England

am peering through blackness
am i feel your heart pounding
am your fingers running up my spine
am my beard between your breasts
am sun rising over the pyramid
am ordering coffee and toast
am showering together
am locking both suitcases
am spreading marmalade on bacon
am clouds gather over the street
am the sound of steamboats on the river
noon black smoke from belching buses
pm gunshot heard in the desert
pm you tell me not to cry
pm at the Art Gallery not looking at portraits
pm eating ice-cream in the park
pm the drive to the airport
pm holding on to your passport
pm watching the DC10 climbing
pm falling asleep in the departure lounge
pm a taxi back to the city
pm the silence in the room
pm closing the curtain
midnight will last for ever.

by Gerald England

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