No.22

You're gone again,
And my head is filled with you again.
I have plenty to do
But daydream instead
Of you, again.

Come back soon.
I've had enough of missing you.
Somehow, your absence
Is more of a distraction
Than your wonderful presence.

No.20

Questions I would ask you

What do you do.

Why do you do it.

What do you think about in times of nothingness.

Who do you vote for.

How do you eat your food.

How many times have you existed only in a moment?

Can you stand short socks.

Are you ticklish.

What do you think of earlobes.

How do you hear your voice.

What colour are my eyes.

Can you do a crossword.

Is life what you imagined it should be?

What colour will you paint your walls.

Do you like to dance.

What do you think of the sea.

Do you like your family.

Do you like fairground rides.

Why do you play guitar.

Can you fall in love with a song.

Can you lift me.

What's the first thing you notice about a person?

Do you like camping.

Do you like pens.

Can I joke with you.

Tell me everything.

No.12

It's the most beautiful evening.
My room is calm, the summer breeze is flowing in and the city is twinkling.
There's a funny feeling in my tummy that seems to have taken up residence.
It is excited and scared and tremorous and a deep breath in and welling up, fighting to reach the surface..
It is a big slow smile, a secret smile to enjoy for myself.
It's a quiet realisation, a dawning.

Tonight feels full of promise.

Tonight, I am beautiful, like he says.

No.11

Feeling smug

Is a private indulgence

I allow myself

From time to time.




Of course it's true

That no one's ever been

As much in love

As me and you.




And of course you are

My north, my south

My east, my west,

And of all the girls you've known

I will love you best.




And so sometimes

If you are wondering what I'm thinking about..

I will be feeling smug,

And hoping to be caught out.

No.4

And who knew

that night

with cider in the pews

and promise glimmering

in the dew drops

of the falling night.

Who knew that note

would hold so long

and hold my heart within it.

No.3

Talk about a voyage of discovery.

I'm making a map of you, little flags marking points of interest

and warning of potential hazards.

Tiny rivulets of understanding

wend their way to greater knowings of you.

You are a complex being;

but aren't we all?

The difference is, you are the most fascinating concoction

of personality, ethics, values and behaviours,

and pure alchemy draws me to you.

Sometimes, you confound me

in ways both bad and good.

My map is not yet complete.

I take guesses,

Make assumptions, coloured sometimes green,

and fill in the gaps in the topography.

These are my mistakes,

but ones I would excuse you too.

We are, after all, only human.

I am the Magellan of you:

I explore you with the wonder of new worlds.

I've found that the heart is just an organ..

But that love resides in lips and legs and fingertips. 

No.1

It's my secret addiction.

I can't satiate myself.

I drink you in

But my need is limitless.

Your beauty is obvious.

There's a neon sign above your head.

You've looked into my eyes

And hypnotised me.

The moon was amazing tonight,

I wanted to share it with you.

I wanted to put it in my pocket

So that no one else would see it

Just you and me.