Notes to a friend going to meet my love

There are fireworks going off here. It’s like the world is calling out her name. Listen to me, my friend. Before you go there are some things you must know. You will meet her, and her beauty will confuse you. It will derail you. You will sit across the table from her and she will…

When you leave

Sometimes you have to go. You don’t leave, but you do go. I had often thought about it but I didn’t know a person could really do that. You can. You do. And as much as recognising the difference is a comfort to me, it still means an absence. It still means you’re not here….

A letter for old love

The sum of my years has been spent knowing your body and learning the puzzle of how we fit and connect into each other. The plane of your flank flush with my arm. My face flat against your belly like a memory foam pillow. The sweep of your back meeting the convex of my front. My nose settling into the…

Let me kiss your knees, Helen of Troy

Beloved, To tear myself away from you is nothing short of sin. Your voice like a single melting marshmallow, like warm custard on the sides of a saucepan: soft, sweet, a mouth hug. Only I know how it is to love you and not have you. Challenge me with this. Show me one other human…

Do not ask me to write love letters

“I want to bury my face in your neck, in your hair.” It began like this. But then the romance dropped out of my hands and fell onto the floor in that loud clattering way love never is.  I wish you had never written to me. The same way I wish I hadn’t been so brave…

Rainbows on skin

I did not know that the body created rainbows. Or that only two things could make it happen. Love and anger. The clutch and hold of a lover who squeezes the very breath from you. When you are crushed and pressed like a lily between paper sheets. By arms of tender steel. Hit and kissed, pulled…