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