Simple tastes

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.


Untitled (Bill Manhire)

When we touch, forests enter our bodies. The dark wind shakes the branch. The dark branch shakes the wind. —Bill Manhire

The summer ends

endless blue beyond these eyes the light is endless blue endless gold beyond this skin the heat is endless gold

Lovers’ haiku

a rough finger lightly traces the curve from neck to shoulder— a bird flutters from within!