Love

Her curls

get lost

on my hips.

So many ways of wanting.

But

love

Love will come.

All this time

I thought

I had to forgive him.

When it was me

all along.

I had to forgive myself.

Hours spent writing.

Dancing

on my new record

from a car boot sale

Needing

no one.

Asking

for nothing.

The curtain

keeps falling.

Inside

becomes outside.

Outside

becomes inside.