You'll Have To Come Out Because I Won't Let You In

by Kirsty Logan

your hands on my back, sun-heated,

whispering under the tickle of long grass,

and the pollen of your kisses, and the

shouts of your love shaking the sky


made it worth it when you called me

colleague to your wife, neighbour

to your workmates, distant cousin to

your friends, college buddy to your kids.