There are     three           tiny        holes

in the curtains

and I know

because you have begged

my scheming eyes

to turn from your body.


They have tip toed a trapeze rope,

travelled a no-man’s land

held by a thread

from your head to the balcony.


I gamble a glimpse,

a spy’s glimpse of your skin.

Your tan lines a distracting child

that plays with the braille of your birth marks.


You break the spell

when you move to shut out the light

and we hide in each other,

in the darkness

almost alone

but for        three         tiny       holes

in the curtains.


My Son’s First Ever Story

Me and Henry

Me and Henry jump onto a speed boat. Then a shark eats the speed boat so they jump onto a new speed boat. Then they crash into an island.

They then jump back onto their boat. Then they go into a cave and they are safe in a cave from the shark.

The End