I found my bliss 

Heading south on the A23

She’s a rollerskate

He’s a magnet 

Like the easy way 

Water slides down your throat. 

 

Me, a pearl of existence 

Gently cooking in this black car 

Heat. From July. Discomfort 

In the way my baths

Are always stifling. 

 

A glissando of tyres 

Droning down to the coast 

Under a weatherless sheet 

Of baby blue skin. 

 

Pure like that new dress 

Before I pour it on me 

Wine on it. 

 

A moment as sweet 

As a fingertip’s touch 

Inside my elbow. 

 

Diesel. Heaven. Light heart. 

 

Just before 

The fall of Sunday.