la is hot as fuck and manchester s about to freeze you re on your way to the mail to get a letter from me and as of our separation at the ancienne belgique i rock you every night in a bed across the sea words are all we have for touch they are our fingers and i love our words so much write your lips to kiss me now and i can taste you as i read your words out loud you rise and start your day with toast and black tea while i m in the still of night and pushing back sleep and i ride the hands of the clock till they fall upon three and drop me in your virtual garden for elevenses words are all we have for touch they are our fingers and i love our words so much and write your hands between my legs and i can feel you as the words jump from the page the sky is bruised it s a lusty dusk with lovers rouge wet with sap and musk under you under dream spell dust and it s true and i know that i must and with you i immediately trust and it s so that i fell at first blush and it s snowing in australia just now your letter came and the pages did say that you ll fly from your home to mine on january 8th and just now i find that i can just barely wait and from now until that time i m counting down the days words are all we have for touch they are our fingers and i love our words so much and write yourself inside me now and i can feel you as the words come pouring out and words are all we have for touch they are our fingers and i love our words so much and write your dreams out line by line and i will stitch them in this heart of mine it s me i m in australia