Tuesday, 25 November 2014


My hair will never be as
lustrous as yours; my skin
will always be rough wool
against your silk; mornings
I will always look half-dead, you
more than half-alive and,
otherwise naked, you will
always look better in my shirt than
I ever could.

Friday, 14 November 2014


Naked is just as I found you, in
nothing else but air, with that
innocent smile intended to