Tuesday, 5 September 2017


Today numerous thoughts in my mind were clambering for attention. After some time I finally settled upon a conversation that has never taken place in reality.  For some reason said conversation left me feeling annoyed. I kid ye not.  I was having a real response to something imagined. Moreover, rather than picturing something magical or profound, it was something unpleasant. Thus I activated Spock mode: This is highly illogical captain. Choose your thoughts wisely, they are your windows to the world.


Sunday, 3 September 2017


And then I meet someone who loves like I do. And I feel it in those moments when our connection is unhindered by filter or distraction or fear or expectation.

There is no reason to stem the tide. There is every reason to let to flow.


Tuesday, 29 August 2017

7 of 9

Dear SS,

As Alisha's Attic once uttered "I wish I were you. I wish I could wear you shoes. I wish I could think from your brain". Or perhaps I could just enjoy a little transient hive mentality. Where I'm assimilated by the Borg that is you. Plus looking like 7 of 9 wouldn't go amiss.

I'm very happy with me but my goodness, to have your charisma and situational mutability.  I only fit into certain social spaces, some of the time. Whereas you stride through them all with aplomb. And you do it with your own unique sense of style. It's quite something to stand out and simultaneously fit in.

If I didn't fancy you like crazy, I'd still admire you tremendously. As it is, I enjoy both with equal measure. I suppose that's why I fell in love with you.


The RGF xxxxx

Sunday, 27 August 2017


I miss you SS.  The picture you sent last night, where you were smiling the smile that begins in your soul and continues, ad infinitum, did nothing to quell my feelings. Right now, there's a band playing nearby.  I can hear them from my sofa.  But if I close my eyes, I can almost imagine that I'm at Leeds Festival with you.  Feeling the echoes of music that surround festivals, which become louder as you walk towards the bands and never completely fade, until the main stages have rested for the night.    

I wish that I was there with you.  That somehow I had sufficient childcare and the relevant ticket.  Rather than the ticket of my imagination that delivers me to the magical space you are in - with musical vibes, canvas overhead and our bodies entwined. 


Wednesday, 23 August 2017

Butterfly kisses

Today we had butterfly kisses. Too gentle and fleeting for passion. Yet perfect.  When we kiss like this, I feel the love flutter between our lips and wonder if my love is starting to become your love too.


Tuesday, 22 August 2017

This love

It has its own direction now
If before I mastered the fringes
Now I'm hapless sail
In the winds of your majesty

Why is it my fragments
That must entice you
Mere echos of interest
But I cannot dilute nature

Must I quiet the passion
As this will not map your path
Just quell the moment
Each meeting transitory

Can the wildness be anchored
Each ache somehow transmuted
So it is not asymmetric
But ongoing in its journey


Sunday, 20 August 2017


The gaps between our time have widened somehow. Though not in actual time. My response to them has changed. There is a greater sense of gapedness. I'm practically measuring time by you. The time apart is less. The time with is more. In short I miss you much. Our next liaison may be shorter than usual. Thus I will embrace every single second of it.

Xxxxxxxxxxxxx 💖

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