the boy in the bath

for i was not yet a man
there was glass smashing under our boots
and we had been swimming

she followed me with her camera
into the ruins

i wanted to be naked before her
bare my soul, give her everything
be her muse, her lover

the smashed steel was so cold
i screamed with the pain of it
and she took pictures

we were digging up the past
and kissed only twice
once at Callanaich under the stars
once beside a waterfall on the mainland
in a torrential rainstorm

i have never known such kisses since
we disappeared

now you know