Between Us (Nick Collection 1985-2012)

My boyfriend peeled

the cotton skin over

his head lifting upwards

as though he were sliding

downwards into some bronze

hole, his body a rich thick

aromatic Sunday AM coffee.

He was cold he said

as the cotton slid

down like blinds.  Dale

has AIDS he said

as he tied my arms

round his chest.  I didn’t

like him much he said.

But my arms only tightened

like a Chinese finger trap.

I’m going to lose him.