Fuck the poem.

I haven't written in ages

'cause I'd rather stare at you than stare at pages.

But what would be great is

making a poem that could be half as courageous

as you when you're naked.

I try for a minute - 

Your love is my metal, your kisses my rivets.

You are like the ocean beneath the slick of a spillage.

Fuck the poem.

There's a bed here

and you want me in it.

Kate Tempest, Hold your Own