my love

if we were put here to experience, to share fruit and look at the moon, to skim pebbles across open water and hope that summer is coming soon, you'll wish for snow every year just to complain that it's made your fingers far too cold again and ruined your day but when it's gone you'll miss it so enjoy it whilst you can because spring leaves no prisoners when she decides she wants to bloom and the cold will be gone just that little bit too soon, everything you can see and touch and taste was especially made for you to know this world personally on a first name basis to see it's many faces and kiss them all, impulsively, remember to look at paintings more than once until you notice something new maybe a new favourite colour or the beautiful eyes of another waiting to be noticed by you all those years later, time is a worthless indicator when connections can be formed through paint and ink for those who used to write and smile and think  just like us, right now, look in...

i knew where everything was in your kitchen, there was intimacy in that, i think placing myself amongst the clutter being one of your many things i'd browse your mugs  and write my name on your fridge in tiny magnetic letters so you'd always remember where i'd been i adored it, honestly everything in that red triangle house belonged to you at least partly,  including me shoes scattered across the hallway big black boots, loose laces, and my h&m flats this house was lived in, nobody could deny that it was cosy, vibrant and homely lovers scattered across the floor friends sat everywhere, blocking the door some of my favourite memories were in rooms full of people i'd never previously met, and i'll confess it was strange sometimes trying to put names to faces or words in mouths but your face would always stick out smiling in the crowd like sunshine amongst clouds, kissing you was like kissing the sun it was hot and hesitant more golden than gold you'd take me u...