Just the right amount of squeeze
at my hip
of a lemon
on the pasta we craft for each other
of the sponge he knows I don’t like to touch when wet.
A tongue, a croissant, a bottom smack,
exactly when we wanted one
A well-timed tease, balletically treading that tightrope line
from this now, to the next, to the next to the next please
Moments studded above our ...
Saturday 9th January 2021 3:36 pm
Another New Year’s Morning.
Smoked and smooth-whisky aged brain with a stab in the right temple.
Start as you mean to go on.
The primary glee of proverbial blank slates fresh starts new year new me (new you, hopefully)
Rubbing my hands together and over the smooth cream pages of 2021
Ready to splatter in powder paint blue red yellow black pink pink pink..
Friday 8th January 2021 11:22 pm