James' place in my heart
Is the first reserved for tenderness
While all the world warred on me
To own my only fragments
He sought nothing, sat by me,
And checked my conjugations,
Dusted off his racquet for the weekend,
He made my hot chocolate.

Steven found me at my worst,
And laid me out on
Night-time wet grass.
He shone a light on piece by piece
Though in a hushed,
And without a whisper,
Offered not remedy, scripture,
Only gentle gesture.

Luke swept up to me,
An irresistible force of feather and of gold,
And while I contented to swoon
He made extravagant with
Gem dusted skin, with lips pruned of Christ,
A sensuous lisp,
And words of platinum,
A finger trailing touch like no other.