For Tim and Jonathan it’s these cobble­stones I’ve fallen in love with you’re just a bonus it’s the sun­shine and the moments when the wind kisses me softly it’s the gaslamps in the cafes lit late in septem­ber when it should be warm but instead we’re huddled into each…

when i miss you, it’s like i’m trying to remem­ber a for­got­ten appoint­ment. you’ve become com­fort­able to me, a favour­ite jacket, that fits me just right, or a neck­lace that I always wear and when you’re not there I rub at the place you should be. at your house, with…

this enorm­ous lan­guage fills my mouth i stumble frantic over sim­pli­cit­ies this world has been worn blind sacred smooth and in its empti­ness, her thou­sand elab­or­ate machines tick intric­ate in gor­geous sym­phony. my tongue is pon­der­ous huge i want to speak to you but…

For Thorfy self other other self and where am I in this equa­tion? i. i. we. you. other. self. we are talk­ing of colour and sweat skin and liquids touch taste vision none of them make their way to the page I filter you into a thou­sand sen­tences but you over­flow and I…

For David This is my gift to you, this map to find your way back to me should you need it. First of all, find the river. It will smell of patchouli and cin­na­mon, with the faintest touch of hope. Follow it until you see the boat, and climb in. Sail south­ward, watching…