anticipation, of what might be
like never before
[so many times before]
the potential
is there for something… some thing

snog in the medieval passage

you’re halfway around the…
back where
i left you
you left me
there

accented whispers

you made me cry
in a good way
like no one else
like no one could
your soft lyrical nature
sings through my heart
even now

green mountain sunrise

and now i wait
for the note
for the call
for you

ta gra’ agam duit