A spray of cloud
Dilutes
Frills
Frays

In the mist and the cold
The rain makes it through to my shoulders
I stare up and the world fades
I take off my clothes
And step into the mist
It's cold
But it grows warm

Splinters thorns
Forearm burns
Nettle stings
Underlings

I pull
Unravel
Your clothes
You drink wine
On the couch
Unaware
Of the thread
In my hands

Under the beams 
Of our dreams 
We lace 
And we hold 
Until wake 
ing Reveals 
Us as pillows 

The lights circle my glass
Distant fireworks
Stop
We're at the station

The bird girls sit on the beach and close their wings
Salt crystalises on their faces
After a time they are statues
After a time they are rocks
After a time they are spaces where water collects

There are candles in the sky
The lights go out and I'm flying

The wires whistle
As clouds pass

A hundred mes
Scattered over the bed
All of them in love

Leaving a home
Oily marks on the walls
Empty patches on the floor
Where the sofa used to be
Ought to be
An El of dust
Marks what was
And home
Feels like
A raid

A scattering of golf balls
      On the brown field
            Squawk
                  And fill the air

The leaves crackle
And the packets scamper
As I walk up the street
On the way to the postbox

All these people
Hanging upside down from the clothes line

Orange: Night time leaves
Orange: Night time pavements
Orange: Night time walls
Night time railings are black

You could fit a layer of skin
Between our hands
To keep you and I apart
Which is kind of like real life, isn't it?

Red lines on your lips

I push and you dissolve
Because you are not there

There's a butterfly in the bathroom
I can't open the window

On my body
Pieces of fashion
Jumbled up