It’s raining and your lips are red and your breasts are the shape of my hands. By the side of the bed, you spray yourself with Dove deodorant. It gets right up my nose and makes me want you. It makes me stutter as you stand on tiptoes looking out of the window at… Read more

  In the hours between night and day, we sleep like foetuses, and yet despite our calm, there are bite marks that cover our torsos as well as stains on the sheets on which we now rest. Blood. Come. Sweat. Piss. They glue us together, as does the desire we both share to see the… Read more

  Drunk and stumbling down some street I’ve walked before yet can’t name or place, I’m certain that time exists on all levels. The past, present, and future. It’s all out there. All those versions of me, and all those versions of you. They’re still alive. They can be touched. They can be seen, and… Read more

Brush your hair and scrub your skin. Wish someone wanted you. Wish they needed you as much as you needed them. Hide away. Avoid others. Cry some tears but don’t let anyone see, because to see you like that makes you weak, right? That’s what you always told me. But baby you gotta know that… Read more

  You’ve got the huff and the puff and you keep trying to lose me but I’ve a hold of your hand and won’t let go. You tell me you’re going to leave, that you’ve had enough of me, but you’re just hungry and I know by the look in your eyes that once you’ve… Read more

  We’re nearly at the church that overlooks this town of ours. From way up top, you can see for miles. All those distant lights. Those other towns and cities, they spread out in all directions. So many souls just like us. So many stories. Some just beginning, and some near their end. Every once… Read more

  Beer cans as gods. Empty beer cans as dead gods. Beer shits as the gift that just keeps on giving. In the throes of fucking you resemble the violent birth of the universe, and then when your belly’s full of seed, you resemble its slow and inevitable death. You just fade away into outer… Read more

Send nudes. Send honey. Write me your dirtiest poetry and post it in an envelope sealed with your wettest kisses. Send lockets of your hair that I may sniff and chew before falling asleep listening to the rain blowing against the window. Send me an ounce or two of your soul in an old Sainsbury’s… Read more