One morning, only one of many
I played under your stairs
While above me you made some sort of love
And the random dischord helped me
Suppress the screams
Until I left without a crescendo

one afternoon, sadly rare
you showed me your work
your special room and winged gloom
and I still can't decide
if that was an invitation
But I always long for another

One evening, long long ago
Somehow I was on top of you
On your identical bed
There was laughter
Somehow nothing happened
Even though I wanted everything to happen

One night, in therapy
We drank cava or maybe prosecoo
And talked about everything
But nothing
Until I realised
I had been pressing against the table leg

One moment, by the river
You pecked me
Well I skipped home
Like a prizewinning child
So how did this happen
The universe is on fire