LOVE Poem: Russian Coriander, by Angela Campbell

It’s raining…
let’s have a threesome!
You, me and Clive Christian
in the back row of the Capitol.

Give me exactly seventeen deep breaths
against the nape of your neck –
that forbidden space
seen by all who meet you,
but known by me alone.

Ronnie’s boy;
or the girl scooping popcorn,
they don’t know the scratch of your stubble.
They’re not held captive by the mineness
of iris and amber.

So, take your seat
away from the smudged reflection of tail-lights,
away from the scent of petrichor and noodles,
and allow me aspiration.

Come, Lover,
let’s have a threesome!
You, me and Clive Christian,
in the back row of the Capitol.

This poem first appeared in the Tales of Dominion Road anthology.