the sound of water
the echoing happiness of a dream from last night being recollected in all its vivid details
Calvinian alternative story of genesis
licking off ice-cream dripping down the wrist
a clove-scented soap and a foggy shower
a dark room with a window that looked out onto a luscious golden afternoon
a conversation that warmed ‘the cockles of the heart’
just two syllables
the quiet thrill of a secret
a song about midnight
Dialect of Heart 