1. / / A solar eclipse – his fur / seems to veil light, / the smoulder / / of black rosettes / a zoo of sub-atoms / I try to tame – / / tritium, lepton, anti-proton. / They collide / as if smashed inside / / a particle accelerator. / But it’s just Aramis sleeping, / twitching him...

Whenever we make love, you say / it’s like fucking a crash – / I bring the bus with me into the bedroom. / There’s a lull, like before the fire brigade / arrives, flames licking the soles / of our feet. Neither of us knows / when the petrol tank will explode. / You say I’ve decorated my house...