Skin Against The Rough World

There is a place, not too far from here, where we go when the night closes this all down. There is a place there where we can hide under sheets and keep each other living.

Now is the time we can go on from here and look for new places, new times. This is not the place we used to dream of on those long slow summer mornings lying skin against skin as the sun shone through closed curtains in that small room. Here is everything we needed, we thought, here is all we could want. Later it seemed so foolish to believe those things, but now, even later, we realise just how true it was.

This is about shape. This is about form. This is about taking these raw materials in your hand and carving something from them. This is about taking the rough world and turning it slowly in the hand until something grows; until something is formed and made.

Here we are then, take it and hold it. It is yours to keep; to use as you desire. It is there to keep you warm at night and to cool that heat when it grows inside you. Take it and hold it, feel its heartbeat against your palm, let it grow until it is enough to fill the heart of you.