Touch my face in the Vietnamese restaurant

There are some loose units in Marrickville, not least of all you
Every time you get high you want to lie in bed and do marital activities

Every day with you is like Queer Eye before the controversies:
all things just keep getting better

Now I know why wolves howl moonward with longing
and how the banksia must feel in the bushfire’s embrace, both

singed and shucked open by the selfsame choir of flames
I understand the loonies who fly to you daily

like insects to a zapper: the friend who won’t stop yapping
openly in the bakeshop about getting eaten out last night

or that woman in the gallery full of munted art
who demanded you perform a monologue she self-published

from the viewpoint of her estranged daughter
As for me I promise I will never ask you to do a dramatic reading

of any of my old Facebook posts, only that you
touch my face in the Vietnamese restaurant

so tenderly that the waitress gives you chopsticks instead of a fork
Life’s too short for a two week free trial so fuck it! let us be fearless

like the time I committed to a Binge subscription all by myself
Let our days consume us like a roll of film burning up in sunlight

Let us bare ourselves to one another like caseless iPhones
just rawdogging the elements

Loving you has already been the greatest joy of my life
Grab my leg with your freakishly strong pilates grip and never let me go