caramel is the flavour

i associate with butterscotch the colour

from the pumpkin month of october

when i met brady my secret lover

made sense to me and no-one

anyway i lost her

brady was a woman

rapt with her attention

square-jawed and wide-fingered

gave me one perfect season

an athlete and a tree surgeon

called me her swan

this is the way it gets with women

they haven't got a penis to remember

so their tongue becomes that nerve ending

the shock of how deep anyone can burrow

then they've got you paint-stripped

no way to turn off that bell

brady put her tongue in both my ears

made the slow canal of me whistle

laughed an explorer's laugh and flagged me

something new and i was willing

except whatever she did she is still doing

i can't turn away from that sound