For Knife Ears, I miss you. You’re on a journey somewhere and so am I Thousands of miles in a land far, far away My lullaby whispered on electric wind Finding silvery sharp tipped points And bidding you good night, sweet dreams Godspeed you back to me, and I to you Breathy words of my…

I’ll miss the lemon verbena tea otherwise x It’s an ache in my chest that burns With fury and fire Hot breath at the coal face Of a steaming train heading into oblivion Pure. Fucking. Longing. Breathe in, breathe out I don’t know, my lover What it was that you ever truly felt for me…

The kindest thing about being pretty Is that you spread joy wherever you go Something fair in a gracious face The tipping nose and flighty lace Of your eyelashes long and lush You’re marked with the swell Of Venus as well, her gifts afell And I will always be very grateful To see your beauty…

To Knife Ears – slightly sooner than anticipated! Unwinding fate rewriting lines // Ochre burnt and bright red land Sky and earth are all so grand // Outback laidback rafting right Face the wind stand up and fight Hair streaming back in soft grey light // Knife Ears, I said I was sorry and so…

Possibly the last one for Knife Ears, with so many thanks for the joy shared this last month or so… Knife Ears you are beautiful I love so many things about you But we did not fit together effortlessly And therefore in the end Crushes come and crushes go I’ll miss you lots and lots…

Sweetly sighing sounds of sin On a Sunday afternoon It’s a fleeting lapse, le petit mort Such a fine and fearless feeling Dropping my beautiful dewy days in Dedication to my own delight Rowing a righting ship of richly Star-redded rubies on fire Merry laughter ringing out Meddles and masquerades In truth, I am my…

O I love girls And I love boys But most of all I love being in love The soft touch of a beautiful hand That sets afloat again a thousand gorgeous butterflies Afluttering in my breasts and lips Drink of the sweet wine of love Dear readers, and you’ll never regret it It will send…

It’s a new hope of mine That I’ll drink of Oyster wine And seriously explain the horrors Of blu-ray remixes and Jedi whispers Perhaps it’s not quite right to say this to an elf Crossovers isn’t usually something I do myself // But I’ll speak these words timeless and true Knife-Ears, May The Force Be…

An evening in three parts, a trinity, if you will pardon the pun Red jacket, black sneakers and fluffy cute bun On the one hand strawberry cheesecake is very sweet The other stuff needs work, but I thought it was neat That you so clearly wanted to climb up that wall Give me rosemary and…