there were many exits and entrances
we spent all day like foreign bodies
in a wound
colliding continually
with our own made mess

I liked the white arches their alternate
devious way with wondering awry
if only
we'd had the equivalent of a compass
to find the painting by
but Laura found it as the gallery closed
there we both were clothed in paint
but little else
two people were discussing us
lying on the bed
they shook their heads and tutted
but little else was said
#poetry