I am far more romanticised with the
words that knock about your head, than
the ones that roll off your tongue
The value lies in
the unspoken stories you’ve told me with your eyes
The novellas you’ve recited with your hands
as you ran them along my body

I was far more in love with the image of you
that I created in my head
The words I cleverly plucked from between the lines
and ran together
to create a reality all my own
A paper house on the highest peak
The view was lovely from up there before the storm