Twilight is sweet with the evocative smell of white jasmine and freshly disturbed and wetted soil.

We lay our stomachs on the fresh soil and laugh till our intestines beg to be puked out.

Our favourite funk album plays on the cassette tape

and in between the rhythms and laughs, you purloin my heart

and as I paint your lovely smile in the old duck canvas I realise that correlative love and smiles are the hallmarks of our connection.

and with each passing moment with you, all my dispirited notions about love are diluted, rebalancing my anahata chakra.

Your love is soft, gentle and enkindling.

You make heartbreak seem like a grand and gorgeous old wive’s tale

and everytime our eyes interlock, unexplainable deep and profound truths about forever are set alight.

I do not fear taking my mask off in your presence,

in your presence I know I am safe,

safe as a child on its mother’s breast.

Lover, I love loving you and I love you, doubtlessly.