letters_to_goodey

i left it there.

between the breath

and what wasn’t said.

no excess. just timing.

restraint that knew

let me be your april garden,

where what lingers

when the stars are freezing

in the clearest night,

i wanna float through oceans

i don’t know exactly

when i fell for you–

only that

let’s try that dangerous thing–

there is no road to you–

so i keep building

these small bridges

you move like a storm

over the quiet fields

not salvation–

just the sweet disaster

neither saint nor sinner,

only a woman

half drunk, half honest–

denial is a short story.

in nightgown hours

i walk unlit corridors

barefoot– listening

it came like a storm.

time moved.

i moved.

restlessness is a pulse.

leaning over cold metal,

all focus. all fire.

go on, tell me again

on english soil–

same air. same earth.

we exist at once,