little brother

You own;
The entire collection of Radiohead albums,
A big arse! And generous arms.

"Surrounded by people
But I'm all alone",
Declared you once at 5am

And on the phone to me
In my then boyfriend's bed, in France -
Scared me witless, little Sam!

Manchester, not Melbourne,
Fool. (N.B. Please try to be sure
Of where you are in future).

Gulping goon surrounded by the swoons
Of girls my age (bleurgh)
Little brother got big
In the blink of an absent eye

And it's a great discovery of my time to find
That we siblings live in a pod of
Death-thinking and
Adventure seeking.

It's good to know that wherever we roam
We're two predictable peas set free,
(How strangely you know me).

And as you regard life with Student eyes
I curiously observe
The floppy locked little brother in them.

Yes YOU
Who I read like a book.
You are the second in a dynasty
After all,
Though it should've been a Trilogy.

And what other character could have been?
But that's another story
And there's no words anywhere
Which can tell it entirely.

So I won't try, just silently watch
You two love-birds,
Slit-eye to wide-eye and
Play-fighting like children
In the back of the car.