Refugee

Smelly in the corner,
On a black,

Leather sofa,

We speak he and I with oiled bodies, we
Recline at will,

With silver-lined laptops,
With morning beer in,

Plastic cups, ice-cream
Tins, we

Touch minds gently across thrusting porn-stars,
He and I, and we

We will make it happen,
Perhaps,

Emigrate,

Fiddle with love beyond borders, have
Sex in public,

Don’t laugh,

Book an hotel room in an Islamic country,
Without scrutiny,

Hold hands in an African one, do
Battle in Mississippi.

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