We were lovers

And we were summer-field
exploring
the skin-deep feel
of teenage cotton.

We were.

Caressing ...

We slumber partied
and deep down
rooted.

We held hands on Grey Street
and would not be parted

And striding through the snow
and braving the cold
of wind-whipped beaches
hand-in-hand.

Thawing to the red-glow
of a twin-barred
electric-fire
falling asleep to the spiral scratch world
unfolding
before us.

We were lovers.