every building is a statue of you

and i'm reminded at every turn that it's your love.

how swiftly you have become mine,

once again.

i can't but be...

i can't but feel this way.

how it always and constantly comes back

to

you.

my fingers smell like sun ripened peas

with the sound of bees in the summer air.

and yet when i awoke this morning,

there was frost on the neighbour's roof.

and i can see my breath waft out before me in silken streams

and mix with the smoke issuing from the red tiles

in the photographs

i'm surely taking

for

you.