Last night I dreamt of you. Not sure if it’s habit, but it’s something I often do. 

Strange how familiar it’s seems to feel your clothing in my dreams. Like reality on my fingertips, the shape of your mouth, the curve of your hips. 

The alarm the intruder that calls the shots, it shatters momentum and shapes the plots. But throughout the day those scenes return, for that reality I yearn.

Where I run my fingers through you hair and tell you the thoughts only we could share. I bite my tongue and taste you still. I close my eyes just to feel. 

I’m on my second coffee of the day. Almost time to leave. I’ve got two meetings today and a head full of ideas.

I hope you’re feeling better and the day is kind to you x 

Miserable weather.  My boss took me for coffee today! Surreal experience if I’m honest. Not horrible, just very strange. Nice environment for a meeting though. 

Let the day fade and the night’s arms embrace you. 
Good night x 

Beautiful morning. 

On the bus home. My feet are throbbing. Long bath before dinner.  It’s been a good day. 

Second day that the bus driver stopped so I could cross the road to my flat. What a gentleman! I’ll thank him tomorrow.

The forsythia is about to burst into colour. It’s always the first sign of brighter days ahead. Out of the darkness at last, although it’s a tad nippy this afternoon. 

I fancy chilli, but can’t be bothered. 

So far….it’s a good one. I know that Monday should be awful, but that was a great day. 

The spoken words…like nothing else that exists. The voice documenting every detail. Shallow, but explosive. To hear desires with your breath attached. Close enough to tell you. Close enough to touch you. Poetry lives in the mouth and spills from every vein. 
Fingertips down your spine that’s how poetry feels. When one word  can leave you aching to hear the next. 

I’m one step away from diving in. What’s stopping me?  I’m definitely not averse to persuasion. 
Well that was bracing. 

Just booked a ticket to Latitude festival…..on a hunch. 

Listen as my whispers reach the corners of your mind. Let my thoughts become yours, seamlessly entwined. 

See you in my dreams. Good night x

You know how good it gets and how powerful it can feel. It’s more than a weakness, it’s my Achilles heel. 

I’m not immune to hunger she’s the tempest in my bed. I’ll lie here and think of you,  hands tied above your head. 

It’s the way you say my name when my hands devour your soul. It’s the way you bite your lip when I’m in control.

I’ve found a kindness in the silence of thoughts. I watch you move, but can’t tell you what I’m thinking. It would only distract your oblivious heart. A heart that gives so willingly, without question or urgency. 

I can’t tell you that it’s not you that I see when you’re talking. When you’re giving so effortlessly. That’s what you do, but it’s still not you. 

There’s no doubt of your beauty or the change you’ve made in me, but when I’m looking in your eyes it’s not you who’s touching me. 

Maybe in time.