red coastline,
tall grass and lighthouses
sprinkled along the shore-crevices.

i can't imagine you skateboarding
where the sunsets only reflect
the colour of the beaches,
or your lip ring blending in
with the easterners.

my tax forms will reach your city
before i get the chance.
they will be closer to you
than i again.

we'll have that sloppy kiss to remember
each other by. sloppy and
premeditated, and you pulled away
a tad too quick.

shy smile, slow saunter,
you're not one of those
skinny-boys – wrist cuffs, slanted hair
across face,
required sense of disbelief.

you live in bed half of the day
and guzzle beer on a daily basis, sometimes
jack daniels on the rocks.

you like my bald head, rub it and laugh,
or hold it to pull me closer for a kiss.