Beryl The Peril

Beryl The Peril

Remember when we met
And smoked a spliff
And ate bad chips
And talked about your dead dad
In a Sam Smith’s
And looked at a hotel
You’d like to stay in
And I swung on a railing
And kissed you.

What about that text?
The one that said about sex
With an Essex girl like me
Surrounded by trinkets
I was excited
That you’d even think it
So I went to sleep
And dreamt
That I kissed you.

You haven’t forgotten the night
That we went for Thai
And later
You started to cry
A bit
For your friend
Then posed for a photo
And we drank mojitos
And I wanted to kiss you.

I stroked your hand
In the cab, like a pet
And you made me kiss you
Like when we met
Then you fed me lager
And I tattooed you
With a marker
But in the morning
Disaster.

You might have loved Beryl
And Ivy The Terrible
And my penknives
As much as I do
You might have called me ‘the best’
And admired my teeth
But you never kissed me
Before I kissed you.