Anneline comes gently,
says 'light me',
and
I do.

the heath is humming traffic song
all through this summer night,
petrol smacks of holidays
in North Wales

look I stoned a jellyfish
and now I've fucked a girl
but it will be alright


but then again, again:
we are going about this in the wrong way,
spouting wisdoms made laughable
by the truth that we've been
elementary collisions,
a flash in the pan
of a bout of existential giddiness.


My shameless self demotion
brings the best out of her,
and Anneline is climbing once again.