Slow Down
I remember it now
it wasn’t Pink Floyd
it was Sabbath you enjoyed
when I mentioned it,
when I mentioned Ozzy
at that concert of his in Wembley
& you played it loudly
as we lay back
on your blue leather ‘shagging sofa’
the one with a hole in it
smoking a spliff
the size of Manhattan
& reaching for my breasts
as snug as little kittens
in their pink lace holding pen
& all this happening too fast.
* Deborah Gordon says “I am a Sussex-based writer of
poetry and
prose and have been writing since the age of seven. I have had recent work published with Inclement, Phoenix, The Journal, Garbaj,
Sarasvati, The Dawn Treader, Fire and Again Last Night. My first collection of poetry The Bluebells Pray (Indigo Dreams
Press) is available now.”
