Published in 'Electric Sky' the third Anthology published by 'Bad Language'
He hides somewhere
between the skin and the skin,
and pressing my warm cheek against
the cold window I dream I've somehow
I hold him between my lashes when I sleep.
Each thought of him an autocrat
oppressing my every other thought
moving my hands in a knitting motion
composing him a little verse of longing
tying them in red velvet ribbons
blowing them gentle kisses in the wind.