I fear – – I fear, that I cannot love anybody..
Standing alone on the edge of this winter city, wrapped in warm indifference.
My words, black stones, stumbled around the edge of a frozen effort, like a trail of sunken tourists in search of a travelling beauty spot.
Before me, the sky flew, disco gold, suave grey, wide eyed blue and flirtatious peach.
Without even so much as a nudge from me, my hat tips to the foreboding of gentle spring blossom on a bare branch.
For the first time I can feel – my body – as it starts to fall – slowly – slowly – into the earth.