Our fingers tightly wound in each other’s hair,
while the haunted bathroom giggled
a hissy, giddy stream of models peeing.
It wasn’t so much the sex that made it.
But being caught.
You first, me holding my breath
where I’d only held you before.
the eyes of my boyfriend
A look of first bemusement
then the slow slow clarity as his face collapsed
into laughter. Such solid laughter.
I don’t think I’ll ever meet anyone quite like him.