Hopeful, again. I am hoping for the best, because I sleep restfully since I met you. I tried your name out in my mouth, and it fit. It tasted good. I imagined a gentle kiss, in the soft glow of the moonlight, and, God, my body smouldered, so starved for something she had barely tasted.…

You crossed my mind on Monday, too late to recall the remains of a burning flame that once kept me warm, so, I woke up cold, recalling the sweet shyness of your voice as you told me that you’d got glasses. I recall the last time we talked, like no time had passed at all,…

Do not give your love to gargoyles. They gaze with awe and envy from their stony, storied homes but they will spend their nights tearing at your flesh, stone cold, staring into your eyes as they feast on your feelings, a mere appetiser for what they’ll do to your entrails. They never learned table manners,…