Double apology: this is late because I fell asleep. It’s also about someone I can’t swear (other than on the Bible) definitely existed. Credit to Amy Kinsman for the impromptu theology seminar.
Sorrynotsorry for the blasphemy. Maybe stop reading now if that sort of thing bothers you xxx
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Simon! Do you love me?
Yeah, mate. Like a brother.
You know.
Yeah, but Simon Peter!
Jesus! What?
Do you REEAAAALLY love me?
Yes, fine. You’re my best friend.
We’re pals.
OK?
Nah mate. Nah.
YOU knowworramean.
Lemmetellyaworramean.
Oh Christ.
This is awkward.
Go on.
Simon Peter, son of Jonas:
Do you love me as a man should love his God?
Deeply and abidingly
Like, like AGAPE, y’know?
Fuckin… Agape?
Oh Jesus. It’s time to call a taxi.
You’ve had enough wine.
S’my blood, y’know.
OK. Let’s go.
Tom Juniper Poetry 