We were in the car,on the run,from the rabid night that would eat us whole if he caught us,but you’re gorgeous and resourceful,always knowing just which back street to pull into. You kiss me while the cameras roll and the search lights flood the sky,and I am a guilty girl, wearing an innocent smile on…

I like the word “love” because it tastes of lilac in my mouth, like Parma Violets and peaceful desert at the table with no disagreements and the tv just quietly chatting to itself in the background. It tastes a little like light rain outside of my window, when I am sat, surrounded by my blankets…