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Price of Love

Buried in nuts and bolts stored

Chock a bloc in Town Club crates,

High on

Dim garage shelves,

Hidden within tins of mink

Oil and saddle soap stowed

In a low landing crawl,

Rolled tubed inside black and white

Glossy prints of Brylcreemed Masons

Rounding white linen twelve tops,

Hoisting gunmetal well drinks,

Pocketed in Roebuck work pants

Sagging on a chair back,

Soft music of your belt buckle,

Knuckle of keys at midnight

Crept into my childhood dreams.

The price of love

Written in a blocky hand

I longed to feel

Flat and cool against my brow.