... since I was last on here, having a long break from life and pretty much eveything.

It's been hard but I think I'm finally getting back on my feet, even if it only feels like tiptoes at the moment.

I'm glad to be back here, feels like home. New resolution to myself is to get some Regularity going on here, with some new and much better RECords. My lengthy absence has given me a lot of time to sit and mull around some ideas, and I'm feeling pretty optimistic, so fingers crossed.

I doubt many people will see this, but if you do, thanks for reading. Appreciated.

Tia

And inbetween these sheets is where we will build our dreams together;

Constructing vast walls and towers,

Giant columns and pillars to keep us safe from all of life’s little worries.

We will sculpt and mould and shape our love until its edges are as soft as the skin on the back of your knees.

We will keep it safe and warm;

We’ll bend and twist and break as we slowly build ourselves around it.

Our bones will snap and our muscles will stretch to become rooftops and rafters and velvet ropes.

We’ll curve our spines to become archways,

Intertwine our fingers to become towering gates.

And we will stand proud at the centre of our world, duty-bound and concrete-set,

And our love will rest in the core that is us.

Over time, we will rust and creak as age sets in.

Before long, the cracks will creep through,

Spread themselves along our walls and into the crevices at the corners of our eyes.

We will crumble away in shadows as dark as the dips in your collarbone,

Fall into rivers as deep and as blue as the oceans in your eyes.

And as the years pass,

Generations of grandchildren and great-grandchildren will flock to gawp and gaze at our determined ruins,

Beg for the history lesson that is ours to tell.

And when our time is over, we shall collapse into each other

And wait for our children to start building their dreams upon the rubble that is us.

On the days that my mind fades and my smile weakens

And patience is a virtue that we have forgotten to keep warm,

I make my way into the corners of my heart,

Wandering through dusty chambers and unswept veins

To find the deepest and darkest crevice in which to rest;

It is here that I sit and unfold our memories.

I brush off any harsh words that have clung to my coat

And wrap myself in our first encounter,

The beginnings of love.

I take out the soft words one by one and watch the curve of your words tremble

As I hold them up to the light.

I flick through the album of favourite moments,

Recall our matching smiles and conjoined hands.

I pick out secret glances and kissed noses from the jumble of affection,

Try them on as if they were flannel pajamas and fur winter coats.

I cradle the glow of shining eyes and flushed cheeks in my hands;

Their warmth creeping into dimples and freckles that have not been embraced or grazed upon in a while.

I hold our love close as I remember, not regret.

Every morning I make my way into the corners of my heart,

And every morning you make your way into its centre,

And every morning I wake up and find that I love you more than I did last night.