I felt you Press into me I eased round you like A memory foam mattress Though I hope for more

What, God fearing? I do not fear… For if God is loving as is so sai… He should not be wielding the divi… And if he does, unto all those poo… He cannot be just nor properly fee…

I have a drawer I’m afraid to use dust gathers on it, the entire stretch of carpet around it is preserved

The tactile brush of pages across… Trace memories and images of thing… I hold here in my hand a collectio… Concentrated emotion holding more… Another, and I can cry again at t…

I spy a wrapper on the floor A small thing, hardly a major chor… And yet, no - it shall remain and cause strife and no small pain… It’s just a wrapper - but who’s?

Flickering uncertainly but still certainly flickering our candle dripped we had trays of wax time and trauma saw to that

I can see the water vapour rising steam is invisible the bit between warm gold and

There are those So full of life that Even my cynicism cannot be matched You are such, and

I’m a flint head; impressionable And oh so crude Battered and worn by Her rough usage

We have a problem with American Otters. Or was it Ferrets? Or We… I don’t remember I read it in a magazine but Mostly paid attention to the pictu…

Come now, don’t tell me to shine l… It’s cliché for one, and false for… Must I really quote the dictionar… Yes I will be 'that guy’. Is it so bad I like to be correct…