Monday, 5 January 2015


That safe place again.
You're crossing the street
by the Flowerpot.
Pink hair fuck up.
Honesty in every breath
From every pore
Kissing by the blue door.
Back of the bus.
First date,
acid wash,
hair scrunched back.
Just the hottest thing i'd ever seen.
Pink bikini,
Patio duvet,Summer hot.
Short cut,black bob hair at the window i look up.
Taxi cab wobble drunk,staggering heals
that have never let me down.
Too much today for this smashed up soul.
You are my safe place.

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