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Sant Jordi, With You
It has been so many days, three hundred and sixty six, to be exact, since I sent my dreams down the river, on a boat, I planned to sink, seeing love, as a damaging dream, that would kill me, if I didn’t kill it myself. I spent a summer writing to myself, sitting on the…
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The Man I Love
I awake again, with the same stranger, capturing the night before, and the premonition that followed, on dead evergreens, that I keep under our pillows. I imagine a club, where he is my only patron, spotlight, smoke for my halo, watching me whisper The Man I Love, as he waits, with his wine, for me…
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Message
When I woke up this morning, I smiled, your presence, still present in my mind, where you’d been, last night in my dreams, and there you where again, a lone notification, that broke through the barriers of “Do Not Disturb”, because both digitally, and literally, you are my favourite.
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Bread
Breadcrumbs were seated behind us, in the car, as my eyes followed you, following the sat nav, and avoiding my eyelashes, that were loudly shouting “Look at me, so that I know that you love me.” We scaled the sky, breadcrumbs, closing their eyes, afraid of heights, and I thought of how I’d miss the…
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Disappointed, Devoted
Disappointed, devoted, I drown my sorrows, in dark fruit cider, a dramatic Luis Miguel playlist, and a bed that is so used to my heartbreak, that it has learned how best to hold me, so I don’t entirely fall apart. I can’t remember who I was, before becoming your plaything, and though I strengthen as…
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Sincerely, Jennifer x 