Even waiting for a bus is enough to get me thinking of you

Those little gaps in between real time…the spaces where I get myself on my own

Caught for somewhere to drift my thoughts I scoop up last night like a fisherman.

Wild enough to find something of you in this grey neighbourhood-

This soupy sea of concrete and commuters…

I think they catch me smiling and so wonder if they’re searching for the joke.

Super sexy these little secret one-on-ones, I love to catch them when I can.

And even if this is just for the moment

It’s perfect for the now…

And loving every second

I can stand tall and proud.

No need for digging up ancient definition

I’ll take each evening as you come

Teaching myself that anticipation is without doubt the crux of fun.

And lulled in the crook of your arm

Breathing in the nape of your neck

I escape from all the heavy recklessness

And stream along the surface.