Pages

Thursday, 10 July 2025

Lover Love

Nineteen-fifty-three

For a man who likes numbers

It was the year that my brother

And a one time lover were born


Without fear today we take on Shrewsbury

A place where another lover and I

Used to go to the folk festival

One year we were there as stewards


Back to numbers, yesterday my friend

Mailed me a dozen love poems

As though his loving bottle had exploded

Was he always, all, all or nothing