I thought of you in bed last night.
Remembering your soft brown skin,
the times we had, impressions
of your absence
ever gentle on my mind.
I tumbled back to trampled paths
and BPM at sunrise.
Techno nights and dancing
on the weathered land
in daylight, singing love songs
in the mud and lit by lightning.
We were stormproof, leathered,
no one stopped us, nothing mattered
when we gathered on the hills and in the valleys,
all-in parties, back to mine
for dapple comedowns;
fragments of a breakfast
dressed for comfort.
I never named you.
Didn't need to. Not at first.
You were there and I was in you
walking harmony, waxing
with delight in silent company,
recalling country lines of how
we fit together walkin'.
Glen was right.
Do you remember?
I think we did too much too hard too fast
and even though I know,
'cause Leonard told me,
that the light comes in through cracks
I couldn't fix you;
kept hold of you too long.
You were gone but I refused
to see the damage that we'd done
Thought that faith would make you dance again,
ferocity of want would resurrect
your diamond eyes and lace desire
into every hole and tongue
but your sole was unredeemable,
in disrepair; decayed.
I thought of you in bed last night,
wishing I was in you,
remembering your soft brown skin.
I'll never have that love again.
Steelcap toes or CATs are no replacement
for my waxy brown and broken down
beautiful old boots,
my darlin' dancers.