Saturday Morning

Waking up, me chirpy and annoying and you groggy pulling me in to you so close I could barely breathe, I’d make one of my silly faces or something to make you laugh and ease you in to the day, Pulling  my pyjamas on, I’d get up and put on a pot of coffee, Then…

Foreign infatuation

We found each other in a stranger’s land. Exploring rivers, mountains and each other. Finding something familiar within each other, even though our tongues were foreign. An infatuation limited in days from the start relying on nothing more than chance. Happy in the safety of our hearts, the rum hit us and we went to…