condition, two 

there is another kind

(upon dreaming of you last night, i realised)

of love.

there’s the kind that’s conditional on me being

balls deep

inside whatever part of you we decide is right, on a secret rendezvous in that city we used to speak about, or new city that we haven’t spoken about,


overnight getaway

everything is washedwhitecrisp
clean and snowpure
bliss’ed sunrise throwing it’s
majesty across our entwined limbs
, sheets and
, mess’ed hair

the sea’s
breeze/ crashing/ humming/
mixes with your whispers in my waking ear

good fucking morning –
dreams, continued in the light
of this (fantasy) fantastic new day