One Last Affair

I’m wearing blue, you’re dressed in red
lit by the dancing candle light
in the depths of some back table
at a late night poetry evening
Our only hope to stay safe tonight
is to keep this table between us

Some wily orator spills their guts
before the hallowed microphone
but all I care to know now
is do you smell as good as you look
Each of us wills the other to go too far
with a ‘what’s the worst that could happen…’

You hold my eye as I sign your book
then you take my pen and fix my poem
before I fix yours
and we write a few as one
That story was complete but you seem certain
there’s another chapter waiting to be written

Do we turn the talk back to our art
or just devour each other whole
I’m caught between all that’s right
and all that we might do tonight
You purr ‘if we’re going to hell, let’s go together
it’s one last affair, one last affair, I swear…”

Your wrists wrap behind my neck
as my fingers knit into your hair
with wine stained lips we close the circuit
A pulse of poetry rips right through me
spread your pages, dip the nib
let’s immortalise this feeling

Words swim in the air above our heads
they mix and tangle, knotted with emotion
It’s no longer clear whose poem is who’s
where yours ends and mine begins
And who can honestly say
where this night will take us

Like all affairs, we find ourselves
a mess of hearts and words
But if we’re going to hell
we’ll go together…


Thanks for reading

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Tom Alexander

"Art is a lie that tells the truth"

17 thoughts on “One Last Affair”

    1. Everyone’s welcome Peter. Have you ever been to a poetry evening? I’ve not. So, this is me imagining what I’m sure they’re all like. 🙂 You go to read poems but you end up in heaven. Thanks for reading.

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      1. I have not been to a live poetry event either, and I fear I may never do so now as I have quite severe and unpredictable vertigo. I do enjoy spoken poetry and was tempted to try my own, thanks to your influence. I quite enjoy experimenting and I’m quite sure your imagining would be pretty near the mark. For anyone who thinks their own presence and performance is more important than the words I am quite willing to give those a miss!

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      2. Hi Peter, sorry to hear about the vertigo. That certainly could make it tricky. Yes, do keep experimenting with the spoken word stuff, I will always been keen to listen to it. I have promised myself that in 2022 I will not only attend a poetry evening but also read a poem at one… Rather terrifying but I think it needs to be done. 🙂

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