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 […]

You should smell me today.

I smell of fruit and the slow returning sun of springtime. I smell of tangy sweet-sour-sweetness; the tartness of a known flirtation between intimate friends. The heady musk of lovers’ bodies. I smell of the back of the neck of a sleeping child. I smell of Morocco rose dates with almond centres. Of mango slivers and cold yoghurt with […]