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Right There On The Floor

In our twenty-six years together,

we did some mighty intimate stuff.

But I don’t believe we ever

pushed it further than the time

you sat stripped to the waist

on a chair in our bedroom,

me standing behind you

with scissors in my hand,

you looking straight ahead

at the Edinburgh rooftops

saying ‘Do it. Just do it.’

And those locks of limp dark hair

that still remained, plastered

to your pale and chemo-blasted skull –

I took them in my fingers, lifted them,

and meticulously

de-sexed you.