Opposite

turning your ear

and hearing my words

 

Content and peaceful

we are sitting here

glass walls, ice drafts

 

Floating words

branch to branch

slow but not awkward

 

Savouring time

Frames sealed in my mind

safety with you

 

Ice rests on my feet

better shoes, toe tapping, warmer socks

you’re right

 

Buy books, and more

shared words

shared smiles

 

Finger stinging

sagging rubber, sharp spokes

permanent puncture, squealing breaks

 

Carmine face

chapped hands

and boiled water

 

Radiators armed against the cold

seeps in across floors. Crack.

a stylus in a haystack

 

Wheeling down a grey stair

lemons tumble into a frame

a contented sigh.