FOR LOVERS AND WELLWISHERS

Coffee or tea, the highlight of our slowly catching breath says 'tracing paper.' Smiles tainted with heavy loads of lip-gloss kisses and colourful glee, the tender lovers' wishes: 'all the best.' and careless whispers plays over and again whilst your mother's sister bakes tempting cakes with icing flowers. Sugar paper drives in droves beside the motorway dusted with the flaring tempers of latecomers and holidaymakers. This is a world so full of strange and empty features, no one agrees but all bodies are kept in tiny filing cabinets under water.

Fact is, you can never realise beauty until beauty realises itself.

And believe it or not, I still consider slow and steady winters, where nothing can be as final as the gentle caress of a new lover. Or perhaps, as is often the fact, an old lover, returning to the bed you once shared and prepared together. You and I are safe in the knowledge that only the brave can take back what is rightfully theirs or rightfully ours. Frightfully, hours pass and we will remain this way until Friday’s night time siren song calls out to the city with its lights. This is a world so full of calm and careful triumphs; I don’t believe that nobody can get a glimpse of their future in another.