It is a blistering Summer

as he strides into my house.

Doesn’t think twice 

about my words, just my mouth.

Says there’s so many feelings 

behind this feeling. Says that

He has more feelings than

I could possibly imagine. 

He needs me,

he says.

The way you could barrel 

through seven ice lollies 

on a sweltering hot day.

The way that when desperation strikes

you don’t wait for sugar water to melt in your mouth.

Ravenous, he tells me,

you suck.