inspired by the chance meeting of two friends


Like your eyes bloomed after opening up like waves against a failing jetty, so is my love for you explosive. Warmth flows from lips gothic in impression, falling upon moments of newness and bottles of wine opened to breathe. Life doesn’t need to make sense but sometimes it does in such a simple way that it warrants no explanation. Industry surpasses solitude and love surpasses conscious thought. Dreams unexplained seep into a mornings newness.