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.

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9 thoughts on “Words with no picture… Paint your own for me.

  1. Not sure if it is appropriate, but this one has me smiling.
    Lovely combination of the sublime and the earthy managed with superbly chosen words and phrases.
    More please.

  2. There’s a new form of builder’s crack in Fleetwood. I call it the ‘Skank in the queue at Iceland who keeps her purse in the bottom of the the pushchair and has a tattoo of a death’s head on her left buttock’ crack. Not the sort of thing you really want to witness when you’re trying to pay for your tomatoes.

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