Words have crashed onto your shores

Kissing strangers only feels good

Your gaze, a dagger, cuts through me

I needed to de-escalate.

It is impossible to distinguish when, but I think My loss of faith coincided with your arrival

There are no clocks inside this house. The walls are quiet, the windows loud.

Your tea in the kettle, piping hot water/ No sugar, so that you can really taste the tea on your tongue