Old Love

I see you in the curves of the street

On your skateboard

Curly headed and hot from the heat

My Parkdale prince

First love, last love, lost love

We meet in old places

Tracing lines over memories

Stamped into our skin, onto our

Hearts, necks

Sex, raw and passionate

Unrelenting and selfish

We crave each other, old selves

And new, the scars we haven’t seen

The age in our eyes,

voices gruff, rough

Raspy and sweet,

We crave the meat of old love

Just friends

The unsaid place,

arriving only after you’ve cradled,

carried and called it love

The takeback, the redaction.

A tail chasing game of

Falling hard, then soft, then hard again

Our bodies dossed in gas, our hearts on fire,

Our dizzying dance with old love.