I will always be your lover
Frank and Angela were lying on rough blanket in the room
Where the old photocopiers came to die
There were three of these machines against the far wall
Apart from that the room was bare
On its only shelf there were three bottles of powder half full
And a Spice Girls magazine
This had amused Angela
I will always be your lover
I know
Even when you are married with children I will be here
Have you ever noticed that when skin touches skin there is an instant feeling
I am covering you and am relaxed to the point of rest
Whereas an hour ago I was close to tears and ready to walk
Frank had received a message from Angel A
He had walked quietly towards to warehouse and had let himself in to the photocopier room
Frank was the only key holder which was never questioned
Do you think that they are missing us
Possibly but as an engineer I am here there and everywhere
I am not missed
What about you
They will think that I am having one of my thinking moments
I often disappear just to go away and think
That is the way I function
But normally I go away to cry
Everybody wants a piece of me
I am not longer whole
I am the brilliant Angel A
Whose ideas and drive in some ways keep this wretched company afloat
Frank and Angela had made silent love
Quietly on the rough blanket
Whose sole purpose was to protect the redundant photocopiers
Who is your favourite Spice Girl
I do not really have one
I liked Baby Spice as she seemed the softest and least visible of the group
How do you think the magazine ended up on the shelf
Heaven knows
Somebody must have popped in here long before us for a quick read
Possibly
Do you realise that if the driver returns to the contractors coach that he will be able to see us both
It is an odd place to park the coach
Perhaps other people use this room
I am the only key holder
It is likely that it is because that we are in the nearest building to the gate
Not so far to walk
He is a rather large man
Most coach drivers are
Do you think that we will ever be discovered
There would be such a scandal
I think that I would leave the company
If they let you Angel A
You are so good for me Frank you are always here when I am shattering
And you are good for me Angela
You ask nothing of me
And I ask nothing of you
I will always be your lover Angel A
Breathing
I had the most horrible dream last night
Really was it a nightmare
I would not call it a nightmare
It was just a disturbing dream
I dreamt that I could no longer breathe
I was alive but I could not breathe
Describe your dream to me
It was a simple dream
Almost minimalist in its content
I dreamt that I was walking along a coastal promenade
Which for some reason narrowed alarmingly
It was however blocked by a large concrete block
Which was a pure cube
I asked why it had been placed in such an uncomfortable location
And was told that it was a relic from the Cold War
It was then as I pushed against it that I realised that I was not breathing
I was perfectly well and all my faculties were in working order
But I was not breathing
What did you do
I was starting to panic
And then
I awoke from the dream
That was a relief
Indeed
As you know I have had a heavy cold and I have found clear breathing a strain
But what disturbed me yet at the same time explained my dream
Was that my red pillow was jammed against my wooden bedside table
That was the Cold War concrete block
My lack of breath was due to this wretched cold
In a way the dream had existed inside and outside my consciousness
It was such an unusual feeling