Portrait - Kele

What could I say

To have made you stay?

Picture me twenty-three, wide-eyed and hopeless

On a mattress in E2 awaiting your bike

The flat seems much smaller

Than memories allow for

All of those afternoons

When will your lecture be through?

So I play a trick on you

Could that be my one sickest move?

I yield and sit for you

Assume the pose you placed me in

What could I say

To have made you stay?

I offered my mind, but you wanted my body

A trifling diversion to swallow your time

Is that what they teach you

In St. Martin’s College?

Don’t make me wait too long

See how my love will burn strong

So I play a trick on you

Could that be my one sickest move?

I yield and sit for you

Assume the pose you placed me in

Ochre and burgundy

A canvas for a lovesick dream

I yield and sit for you

Assume the pose you put me in

What could I say

To have made you stay?