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.


Your invitation

stretched out golden in summer sun lounging in his dusty court I’m jealous of such a royal life— a flea-bitten stray still waiting for an owner


though soon old, ripened fruits cling to limbs a breeze comes through to steal a kiss— this endless, looming summer

K-road ’17

this road, once dangerous now a childrens’ playground; its most fearsome inhabitant a feather torn loose, floating gently to the ground... only other feathers hear my laughter


all she sees is green... a life unfurling on the other side all he sees is red... two lives risking the signal all they hear is the disgust of car horns

You forgot your keys

without keys we press cheeks against cold windows hunting ways to break and enter our own lives