what never bloomed, haunts the most.
how tenderly, still, I yield to the memory of your touch.
performing on Sunday 26 Jan at Shoreditch Town Hall @shoreditchth 💟 alongside a fab line-up of poets, musicians & comedians & a few surprise acts along the way >>> tickets via link bio or directly via @slamkingsx
‘the radio aches a little tune’
midnight lips along your skin; your name spilling down my chin.
yesterday, seconds before sunrise. (hair curling in the morning mist. skin pierced by the pinpricks of frost, then thawed by the steaming water. the sky shifts from pink to a mellow orange before slipping into its morning dress. the days are getting longer. the shadows, shorter. I think love stays with you forever? on the cusp of a new year; looking forward. hungry & restless. I want to breathe in moments like this. to always kiss life fully on the lips: finding little drops of summer in winter. pain & pleasure in equal measure.)