In the supermarket,in your arms,in on the joke.Under your spell,under the influence,under a tidal wave that will take me, if I let it.Up to no good,up to old tricks,up to our necks in doting, darling desire.God, you’re so good when you’re mean.God, it feels good to be seen.God, loving you is a dream.

Making myself over in the shade of the old oak tree,park bench salon,singing our song in hushed tones,feeling the thrill of your kiss,still tingling on my lips,living on in their longing. Is this the word that we worry about?I paint my lips to keep them patient and silent.I memorise the Elizabeth line,station by station,stop by…

Blinking back the betraying morning,I am aflame with my aching,longing for longer nights,where I am captive in your conscious,coyly smiling at your conscience,and letting you be beautifully bad. A wise man once wished for me to never argue with tigers,but as soon as I could walk,I waded through the thick leaves of the jungle and…

I began to wonder about her glasses,hungry for a change of scenery,wondering what my world looked like through the eyes of another,wondering how my dreams would reflect in the lenses. I think I fixated,as I so often do,because I was thinking back to an afternoon in September. I get stuck there,with no money in my…