Back Garden 10pm

I’m in the back garden at 10pm and the air feels fresh on my skin like ice cream feels in my throat on a hot, sunny day.

Blackbirds still serenading me and I’m saying hello to them in reply. I know I’ll never teach them English and that’s okay.

The breeze makes the leaves in the bushes whisper to me and I’d whisper back if only I could find such power as they have.

There are lizards walking up the wall towards the sun, which is yellow to their green; high to their low and yet I’m lower.

It’s nights like these that I could stay up all night and never feel the need for anything but my skin, my eyes, my ears and my love.

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