Shadows dance across the garden, as we dream under the moonlight and the street lights. I keep my eyes on the ivy that inches up your gate, and leave enough room between us, to make space for Jesus, but I’m drawn to you, magnetic, erratic, heart hammering, morals crumbling, because I want you, deeply, and…

When the curtains are closed, there was no light, and he liked it like that, because he never liked himself, so he loved me in the dark. I fumbled in the dark, trying to find the jug of juice we left on the desk, beside my tarot cards, and hundreds of pages of “Please let…

Ours is an overture of sweet sighs, longing looks, and anxious attempts to communicate. This is something more substantial, I sensed it, as I slept, so still, after so much restless writhing. I don’t think it’s such a bad thing, to see if I could forget the past, passing it in the street, barely bothering…

Night is gentle with us, the sky stays a little longer, blushing orange as it kisses the sea, you kiss me, suddenly, and I am a calamity, warm wherever your hands explore, precious pads on my fine floral prints. Menthol meets the wine you had an hour ago, your tongue, talking softly to my painted…