World outside my window, bosom shelves and cupcakes, salt and vinegar crisps with semi skimmed milk.

Slug trails on trees like trace glitter from a hen party clinging to your breasts.

Shrill screams and L-plates. Waves of love slosh and swirl around your wine glass, even if you like the Sainsbury’s basics best.

Ping, a basket through a red door, a yowl from a small cat.

Sky so piercing and blue you could stand on the edge of the window ledge and push off up into it.

One day you will.

70s disco overthrown by Robbie Williams and the Sugar Babes.

Blue cheese and cheddar rise and fall on a tide of prosecco as a miniature pink tumescence winks at you from the hall table – go on eat me.

With your brain dancing harder than you feet you face plant the pillow, settling down to thumping music and joyful screaming.

 

Love      is        in        the       air.