Saturday, 29 September 2012

Doggerland I

While lost one night we stumbled into
Doggerland, that nocturnal world of
exhibition and stranger-sex and my
instinct was to reverse but you said “No,
wait!” so we watched the
courtesy lights wink on and off, the
men flitting like moths to
someone else’s flame where
now and then a woman would
emerge from her cocoon to
kneel or bend or bow before some
barely exposed tumescence, and
one by one the men falling away,
burnt or empty, as more arrived—one
so close I felt your eyes on his
phallus, smelt your pheromones, saw your
left hand disappear beneath your
dress, your right reach towards the
light that would lead us into the
night of Doggerland.

1 comment:

  1. I love the insect imagery here, it gives a very natural yet mysterious feel to the scene,