Poem of the week

High Land by Jackie Kay

I don't remember who kissed who first,
who touched who first, who anything to whom.
All I remember in the highland night -
the sheep loose outside,
the full moon smoking in the sky -
was that you led me and I led you.
And all of a sudden we were in a small room
in a big house with the light coming in
and your legs open; mine too.
And it was this swirling, twirling thing.
It's hard to fasten it down;
it is hard to remember what was what -
who was who when the wind was coming in.

• From Life Mask by Jackie Kay, published by Bloodaxe