Common table sugar dissolving into mouthfuls of plain, sour yoghurt; your kisses after an argument, knowing the fights will continue after the make-up sex —galaxies dying on my tongue.
When we touch, forests enter our bodies. The dark wind shakes the branch. The dark branch shakes the wind. —Bill Manhire
endless blue beyond these eyes the light is endless blue endless gold beyond this skin the heat is endless gold
a rough finger lightly traces the curve from neck to shoulder— a bird flutters from within!