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Resistance

You stroke my shoulder or my upper arm
in passing. Hardly pause as you walk by
but then look back and smile. Although I sigh
shudder a moment, I remain quite calm

you have not touched me deeper than my skin
I tell myself breath in and breathe again
after some small delay. I know the main
thing is to pass it off, and not give in

You look so damned smug and I want to kiss
arrogance hard away from that soft mouth
then kiss your neck and move my kisses south.
But I will not. And my best reason is

some lusts end up immortalised in song,
most start as muddle, then go badly wrong.

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Lullaby3


Sleep well curled round each other. When you dance
Your hands, arms. bodies wind into the shapes
of serpents, angels. Now a blanket drapes
your bodies – dance continues. Your romance

a work of art as much as lust and sweat
and kiss-saliva pooling on a back.
When you sleep, it is not because you lack
further desire or that you can forget

the shapes you make. You know that you make art
each moment you're together. Curled at rest
fucking or dancing. Which of these is best
I can't decide, and shouldn't even start

to wonder. When you close your bedroom door.
Sleep safe. We will not watch you any more.