I sat for five minutes with my hands wrapped around a cup of coffee. The warmth reminded me of you, and I thought about the first one you would drink in the morning, slowly finding yourself back in the world, awake, as dawn breaks, warmth in your hands as you drink and watch the foxes…

There is darkness and stillness outside. I didn’t kiss you Goodnight because I was overwhelmed with exhaustion, falling quite suddenly, into a deep and lonely sleep, at about half nine, and now it’s almost five AM, and I am in my garden, listening to the whispers of the wind, early birdsong and the talking of…

Escaping out the window, I rest on the roof, chirping like a little bird, soaking up the sweetness of the sun. I write a love song with the harmonising wind, keeping a fragment of your voice inside my inner monologue, for those moments when my body feels like it can’t survive another day without being…

Late love, under the stars, under covers, under the influence of how soft your voice is when you’re with me, how soft your hands behave when they’re with me. Midnight rendezvous, tied together, tied up in this mad romance, my veins are clean, but I am intoxicated, eyes closed as you pull me closer, the…