CUMBERLEGE, Marcus


Grasse matinee

I remember, when I was young

Mornings like this in bed with women

When my deliciously warm body

Stretched and sported under the sheets.

It was quite normal to be healthy

And virile then. Life owed us a trick.

Nor was it such a colossal deal

To take our clothes off for a chick.

I turn over and gaze at the ceiling,

Dreaming I’m in a cheap cinema

In Peru, Empire of the Sun,

Where my basest deeds were done.