Tuesday, December 22, 2009

We sneak out of a party at midnight and collect the dog for a run around the block. 
At the little dark fenced in playground, we let her off the leash and sit on the sea saw. 
You fling over the hip flask while you tell me secrets as we bounce the 20 cms off the ground 
and the stars 
never looked so close.

Monday, December 21, 2009

We lie sideways on our bed and you look like we’re on the beach with your freckles and gritty hair. 
I feel young when I tell you this and you turn your hand into a crab that scatters up the sand sheets between us.