'Apologia' by Michael McAvan

I’m sorry I don’t write you love poems,
just
fragments of sex and feeling,
blood sweat semen tears.
No odes to your eyes
(your eyes are like coffee at 8am),
sonnets to your smile
(your smile is the brush of fingers on my cheek,
an ice-cube on my chest),
just
fragments.

Michael McAvan: Michael McAvan has bought thousands of CDs and still can't sing. So he writes poetry instead, in the hope of finding a voice.