Mar 26, 2008 18:57
I read this poem in my Creative Writing tute that I am in at the moment (last ever Arts unit!) and it made me cry. In public. I think it explains Adam and I and our connection a little.
Dirty Talk by Graham Rowlands
You have to believe in what words can do
to do this. She does. I do. we do. There's
something about how we've got it off
to get us off that stops me from asking
Did you go on like this before we met?
Have I always gone on like this with you?
I don't think we started when we started.
I would have been first but not by much.
When we don't, we don't give it a thought;
when we do, we can't think of anything else.
rowlands,
poetry,
creative writing