we'd have to imagine everything
perfectly so that it's snap.

you can sit on your cloud,
me on my bean bag
and if you like
I'll remember You
and if you like
i'll let you remember me.

I'd prefer it if you could tingle
down and sit here too,
but as long as your cloud is
silver and lined for you, sweetheart,
I don't mind that you've gone.

she gave me this book...
I never thought I'd write!
or maybe that lovely girl knew
best,
that the pen would run away
(like the dish with the spoon)
and little lights would come out
onto my page

the noughts and crosses stayed.
they were etched there, smudged there so that
we could all see
how their roads were spent

it made me smile.
are we there yet

My head is Open
on Sundays
(12 - 4pm, browsing from 11)

so
there are times when
they just come on
anywhere
and I have to catch my breath
just a little bit because
Immediately I'm somewhere else

I'm on that boat with you
and we're singing together,
and we are
so
happy! Or
i'm jumping or i'm sad
but I like it because
Immediately I'm hoping that
when you hear it
you're thinking of me too.

It's like a pretty music when they speak
I'm so lost in it
that i can close my inner doors
to everything that isn't their
magic
and i listen; I pretend to
drink coffee, but I'm listening
to the prettiness of them

i wonder
what it would be like if
i were to fall asleep to it

with him stroking my hair
and whispering
to me like that every night, you know
I think my dreams would be made of gold.

a gin without tonic

You are
missing a single thread

if you look close, into the
boxes
you might see it lying there
beckoning
to patch up that part of you
that makes your lashes twinkle
with cry

my heart smiles
to think that you, lovely,

can
be
with
me.