“Hello I’m Love
I’ve just popped by for a cup of sugar.”
After a steamy night you arrive unnannounced and pitch your tent in my head.
Earmuffs cant stop you – seeping in through my eyelids and bellybutton.
A lions pride.
Bullock.
Love channel flicks you with its remote control.
Sand’s tempesta.
Polaroid snapshots.
Swallow the butterflies.
Tingling and peaceful.
Thank you Thank you Thank you stars.
Words melt like dark chocolate cracking on your tongue with their delicate importance.
Read. Re-read. Read. Re-read. Think. Re-think.
Balcony breeze.
Flying is possible .
No sleep.
Re-read.
J.U.M.P.
