Poetry by Anthony Fisher
Remember that kiss behind the cathedral?
We were hidden from passing tourists
who must have heard the beating
of hooves as seven horses
galloped across the pavement
and up into a cloudless sky
where sun and moon shone together.
But we were deaf and blind,
only aware of lips, tongues, skin
all fizz and prickle
and the rush of heat like too-hot tea
until fingers, toes, earlobes
swelled and throbbed.
The need for air pushed us apart.
We fell back against the rough red bricks
and opened our eyes on a rubbish bin
stuffed to the brim with McDonalds’ waste.
Remember? I asked you where we’d been,
where we were going. Three decades later
you still haven’t answered.