Friday, 1 March 2013

It happens once and rarely twice

March is always a month that feels happily nostalgic in the scent of almost-summer.  This year is no different.
Except that it is, completely. 

Sunday, 16 December 2012

Dream a little dream

I wake up and you are lightly breathing, nose nuzzled into the back of my neck, with your arm holding me like an anchor, keeping me moored to the warmth of you.  A good excuse to lie here a little longer.  My eyes wander and find the reason as to why I'd felt like I'd been sleeping on rocks; How did we end up here, miles away?  It wasn't the first time we'd slept outdoors, I know a backpack full of cheap cans will do that to you.  But to go so far out of the familiar city and find ourselves at the not so scenic seafront, surrounded by the paraphernalia of a good time had with harder substances than alcohol...not exactly a romantic setting.  Yet I don't feel the cold, with you.  

Our Urban Seaside Paradise.  
Your heavy arm moves now.  I catch a scent of peppermint from the spent chewing gum you've squished into your palm , which would make it's way straight to your gob, or straight to your hair when you woke up.   Addict; always with minty breath.  You stir a little, but only to burrow your chin into my shoulder, with your nose twitching at the nape of my neck.  "diye can mm" - illegible mumble,  same sounds you make when awake. 
Quiet One.  
I'll stay here under your wrestle grip, until you bid me a morning "hello". Then I'll turn to your brown eyes and you'll look into my blues.
Sing me Nick Drake or Jeff Buckley, for breakfast?

The above is a concept, based on a photo, and a real life scenario mixed with a dream and the  number 13.  13 is also a concept, shared by 2 people.  It's all about numbers.  And I've never been good with maths.