Bloody Waters

We were all teeth,
Fingers in mouths –
At the bit.
The first time
We kissed, at the subway station,
I felt it rise up
From my feet.
I thought I was flying.
My lips stung with you,
The whole way home.
I kept touching them,
Just to check they were still there.
I remember your metallic taste

The last time was on Princes Street.
I couldn’t say why, but afterwards,
I sat in the gardens and cried;
The tourists watching me
With their wary eyes
And cameras.
Maybe I knew
Maybe it was blood I tasted
In your mouth.
Could you taste my fear?
Like a shark,
In bloody waters?