The Future in Your Arms

When you’re lying
alone in bed
at night,
are you thinking about


I am.

And I’m thinking about
hair on pillows
and singing in the bath.
I’m thinking of lip marks
left on glasses and about
our toothbrushes together
in a glass, bristles
wet and touching.

And I’m thinking about house prices
and shared investment.
I’m thinking about
holding your hand at my father’s funeral.
How, when you’re away
I’ll miss you,
and how I’ll make a fuss
about lending you my clothes.

I’m thinking
how, right now,
I want to be the person
that you keep clean for
and the future
in your gentle charms.



  1. denisesays · June 19, 2008

    I absolutely adore this poem.

  2. zaphodfreek · June 20, 2008


  3. Ali · August 11, 2008

    Good God. Clone yourself. Please. Then get on a plane to Texas. Your poetry resonates so deeply with me, Benjamin. Beautiful.

  4. zaphodfreek · August 11, 2008

    Thanks Ali.
    And I’m so glad you’re back!
    I’ve been reading your latest.
    Brilliant stuff.
    I’ll be around later.

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