gingerflower

his arms are home

i love him with a full blown
rock solid gentility.
like the stick in candy floss
and the soft leather of the knife sheath

we have the dark green of seventies spy films
and the pail blue satin of modern corsetry

he's on my team
i am his best friend

chilled champagne on week nights
midori at drug fuelled five am

he thinks i am magical and i know he is...

i love him with a complex
multi-levelled structure
who's map changes with each footstep

we are bound
by fresh young roots

he opens the windows
i turn on central heating

exchange tears for laughter in the arms of home