Back to School

Who was the teacher? Who the pupil?

It had been longer than I dared remember

I sensed I had forgotten everything

I feared I was unable

Out of my depth

Unqualified to be on such a course

But I was frightfully excited to be with my new best friend

You were saying…

No, after you… 

with all the nervous good manners that stilt conversation.


Eventually we dropped the small talk and began the serious business of studying

each other’s flickering eyelids, parting lips, breaths

the tones of moans and involuntary movements

the wildly unfocused looks

and deep-rooted smiles

for all those hours in that badly lit hotel room,

that was greatly improved by the beam of the full moon

cast on our discarded clothes.


CLP  28th August, 2020