13

How sluggish the minute when you don't know the man next to you,
how swift the hour when you can name his favourite tune,
how much sweeter the day when you know his most treasured possession,
how remembered the years when you dance at his daughters wedding.

12

Now walk, Love,
through the snowy park,
the noisy streets,
the shady room;

Let the cold take you,
as we stumble down steps,
and the squirrely trees,
and the glassy walls;

Little blue bags,
and wide happy smiles,
let the trains take us,
for miles and miles;

On the long flight home,
and the baggage carousel,
let the cold take us,
now walk with me well.

11

The smell of a wet dublin street,
the thumping of my nervous blood,
the white wall frames my weakness.

10

Some check before they
poo, others check
after.

9

Ain't no sunshine,
when she's
gone.

8

The road surged ahead,
until the unexpected
left.

7

The corners of doubt,
in a relationship,
suck.

6

Itchy ankles
sitting by the canal,
breathless floats bob.

5

Waiting for You,
anxiously perfumed,
unseen book in hand

3

The outside still freezes me,
in daylight and by night,
the cold hate of those abroad,
smiling and clutching and raw.

2

The skin was a silken landscape, it wove
between the hills, fingers moved and felt
the warmth and rhythm that was ever present.
He closed his eyes and let the sensation
take the quickest path to his mind, shutting
out all distraction as he relaxes into the
moment. Hand on silk, silk on skin, mind on
skin. They flow together like a chocolate
advertisers wet dream, intertwined in a
molecules dance, the sweet jostling of atoms
as they bump and sway against each other. Silk
on skin, touch on skin, smile.

1

Many days have passed now,
moons have risen and fell,
and you are still here with me,
my love, my Emmanuelle.