home

i've invented a face
a feeling, a touch, a warm joke
that waits just behind
the christmas lights of the old pub next door

the face which makes holidays glad times
makes guitar chords liquid
makes my stomach flip over at the sight of a light stubble
and makes johhny cash through a media player caress my skin

the face i'll come home to some day, when i'm finally ready to go home.



(to be continued as and when soppiness springs upon me next)