Enough said  
  and drunk,
  we danced
  and waited for
  coats
  taxis
  kebabs.
 
 holding posters
  of dead rock stars
  we climbed
  my bare stairs
 
  some more wine  
  and the best sounds on tape,
  the bulbs were painted redor blue
  no chairs
  white walls
  carpeted

my flat

more drink
and Tom Waits.
 
pushing each other gently
we laughed
and peered out of  
cataract windows.
you stood closer
we were still strangers... just.

Liverpool was wet and outside. 

you held your spliff
in that way that
invites comment.

we choked at its strength,
and laughed.
we kissed   
it was sudden,
I do not know
where it came from,
we kissed again, slowly

that kiss,
I venture, 
I return to it,  
I think you sighed, 
god I think you sighed!

I have that tape still...

Words and foto Tommy Carroll