Where the Sea Swallows the Sun

Meet me where the sea swallows the sun, Run to where mountain palms flatten against blue. It's true that where salt licks sea glass At last you'll find me in the rockpools. You can have me, where water lunges for your toes When you row to the island of bottled letters, So when you've finally tired of… Continue reading Where the Sea Swallows the Sun

Wheezing Roses

You say “There’s no air in this coffee shop love. Though I wheeze with my bellows,  when I find you  in canary yellow you're the colour of my insides, don't you know, love?" . What you haven't figured out, is that, without a doubt, though you throw away your Oolong I've stained you now, throughout. I… Continue reading Wheezing Roses