
Morning Love I can feel summer coming bursting the flowers open warming the old bones of the earth above a fighter jet sears a long white scar on an unblemished cerulean sky this morning we have scrambled eggs together a golden yellow on wholemeal toast after we had been through the night consuming each other the new light floods through the windows reflecting in your burning sapphire eyes and shimmering blonde hair love... roll that word around succinctly in your mouth for a while on a morning like this it tastes so sweet Joanne Fisher
First published in Spin no.39
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Nice. More upbeat than the dark stuff you were publishing before I went AWOL. It’s pretty sexy too. 😉
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