05/07/20 Edinburgh, but not. I've been once for a weekend and it was aces: it remains now a city of love & luck. But this wasn't really that city and I've never been there with this person. J.C & I are stood at the bottom of a steep granite staircase in Edinburgh. I recognise the … Continue reading dream diaries…92
one hair of her is adhered to the bathtub tonight & the way it is signed there is a bittersweet sight. i try to find meaning in its pale tangerine, tease pleasure from her signature divine. &, as i soak, i stroke with my finger, her porcelain leaving, into the shape of a heart.
25.06.20 (Whyteleafe) We meet again, Jess C & I, in an empty multi storey car park in Birmingham. The air smells of petrol. Our footsteps echo through the concrete spaces, as do our voices. We are surprised to find each other here. The city is a vague, dark shape in the distance. "Last week I didn't … Continue reading dream diaries…91
