Cold Coffee

The sun has returned from its hiatus and gleams on the front of cars And it makes me miss you, cos you are summer to me, you remind me of fresh white linen and sun blazing through the blinds, fruit juice on those lazy mornings, my eyes open just to see your cute sleepyness when I…

Diving in to slumber

Head first in to the pillow, Limbs stretched across fresh linen, My body carressed by the comfort of a duvet, Inhaling the meadow scent of the washing powder, Eyes embracing closure, jaw stretching and a sharp breath drawn, The conscious resting while the sub concious invests its imagination.