Words with no picture… Paint your own for me.
Builders in the road outside.
Arse cracks baked in too much white.
Shushing me because they heard
our steamy ‘afternoon delight’.
Always back with just one kiss,
as Elbow sings ‘One day like this’
In Mancunian twang yet intertwined
With us back here. Just all the time.
Resisting that pull… Well sort of,
Tell me darling..
Is this Luv.