A taste of you slipped into me
like moonlight in a locked church.
The flesh at first left me cold:
respectful fingers, diffident lips
spilling awkward mumbles in
The Angelâ€™s fug. We hunted down
politeness with iced vodka
and flew outside, where the night
took your tongue and gave it to mine,
igniting a flame that swallowed
Sohoâ€™s oxygen whole to shape
the way I kissed you back:
adoration of seventeen again,
ablaze with the lost conviction
that this can be a state of grace,
this immaculate need to fuck in the street.
~ Janet Lees
Janet Lees graduated with distinction from the Creative Writing MA at Lancaster University last year. One of 55 Commonwealth poets to feature in the BBC Radio â€˜Poetry Postcardsâ€™ project, she has been published in magazines including Magma Poetry and Poetry News and was recently anthologised via the Lightship International Literary prize. Janetâ€™s video poems have been selected for the Aesthetica Art Prize and several international poetry film festivals.