You've already left.
537 miles North of me, of us.
I'll ruffle up to join you in four (agonising) weeks
but to my unconcerned shame,
I'm too sad to sleep in that bed without you, too ungoverned.
Nostalgia, even the warm kind, is too much feeling for me.
Something about it has always made my lipids curdle
and an unpleasant tickle cloud in my brain.
The street ou...
Tuesday 30th March 2021 9:40 am
Giggles and winks at romantic excess
The mountains seem like overkill yes
I’d said with a grin that shone my delight
And fastened my thighs steel clam-snap tight,
The still of his stare, blue-blazing and prised
By billows of sun emulsified
In bright, surf-swept skies and slick seas of cloud,
Long salted kisses, wet noses bowed,
Saturday 9th January 2021 12:58 pm