It was that Pair of Boots.


artwork by Francesca Strange

It was that pair of boots

Battered and bruised

That made me realise

I needed to have you,


Not the whispering touch

Of a finger crossing my back

Or the growing bulge

Of frustration and want.


But the coarse leather

And fraying laces,

That only a man

Who has bit on the thick


Belt of life, with

Bleeding teeth

And a bleeding ego

Would dare to don.


Give them to me young, ambitious

And stupid

And I’ll spit them out, like

Chewed out rubber toys,


But give me a man

Who knows better than

To be gentle, and

Fucks like he knows


You will not be

His last.


6 thoughts on “It was that Pair of Boots.

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