These ... 
will spark
new futures. 

Layered and living; 
the sounds, under.

Speak until the
names of things 
need new ones.

Communing is
the love act
of friendship.

A faded scrapbook,
a reassembled teacup,
a mouthful of moments. 

IT'S ALL LOVE
Hugging, laughing, crying – 
in the long grass
by the river with you

WARMER
Closed eyes, looking into the heat of the sun. 
Bare skin, full glasses empty –
things are looking up.