These were written cos sometimes a very special lad has that effect on me. He's smart, sexy, plays football and is an all-round great guy.

Kick-off

I see U on the left,
pushing forward.
Me marking,
not too close,
but near enuff to challenge.
Its not easy
playing opposite U.
I’d rather be a team-mate, making the pass and
seeing U run with it;
but yr too quick
and the ball’s passed on,
a perfect cross to a forward who puts it away.

1-0

So there its is,
we’d be a goal up
and the crowd chanting,
but I’m not singing anymore.

So maybe i should go in
with the tackle,
maybe bring U down,
but a poor challenge costs
and a red card is unthinkable.
So it looks like falling back,
letting U push up
with a clear field
to score 4 yrself.

1-0

Same score,
but this time
I hear the chants.
The terraces think I’m shit...

well I know I am :-(

Screen Grab

I dream of U
but yr not here.
Instead I dance,
alone @ night,
take long kisses on my hand
and fantasize yr not
some screen res jpeg
pulled off the net
and wanked over in the dark.

Yr too real,
too fleshy warm
and though I have
U on my D: Drive
yr worth more
than a million pixels
to me.

I’ve seen more
of U on screen
than my fantasies
would allow
and meeting you,
the warmth, that smile
and knowing i can
never pull that shirt
from yr shorts
revealing what
the computer can
each night, and
satisfy my longings,
leaves me as fragmented
as any disk that has
had yr pix erased.