Paul Smith

Strange Friction

Paul Smith


I associate England with you
The light and rolling hills, too
I travel to be with you
We conduct our affairs in theory
A colour supplement; your sullen fares
You passed a note to pre-empt my taste
There was room for two against the tree
It's a fencing marks - you should never concede

Strange friction of your body against mine
In a hot hotel room, your breath collided with mine

The roof and the base needn't be a place
The anchor is finally set
I was troubled today by the comfort you gave
I never wanted a security blanket
A facial flush, your mouth ablaze
Your wide-eyed gaze tests my emotional range
When did I become so eager to please?
It must've been when you were scouting at me

Strange friction of your spirit against mine
In a hot hotel room, your breath collided with mine

We walked along the canal until we found a place for less to dangle
You and your miniature bottles; I normally wouldn't but I tasted a sample
You told me this was the first time in a long time
And while I'm still happy to help, you can't be sure of what I am

Strange friction of your spirit against mine
In a New York hotel room, your flesh collided with mine

My breath is conserved
And my brain is still ticking