Xylophone Buggery

Over the phone, Will bubbles
like a fountain mischievously
flavoured with washing up liquid.
The mad blond curls tumble
around his half-laughing lilt
and warm me
like a fleece on bonfire night.
In every word, floating by my ear,
I see reflections of a night
back in the first year, when
we all drank Lilt and Bali -
bargain Malibu - and made
Sarah Michelle Gellar's jpg head
shout "Elephant Cock!" on a site
that's just not as fun
when you're sober, or away
from a drummer prepared
to run into a corridoor
of practical strangers
and holler "LABIA!"