Roddy Williams – The Atheist Poet

why no one has sex in january (2009)

sun, you are distant
as a man thinking of rough
sex while drinking tea

and even if i
were sat at the same table
the distance is there

only to be crossed
in a mythical rocket
and i don’t have one

i could think about
rough sex while drinking tea but
it would be my tea

the distance remains
a tenuous warmth of steam
hanging between us

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