i had this disturbing thought the other night whilst asleep; some sort of army open house perhaps, there were mud paths and grass. it was wet and deep green, and i knew: after rain. then you appeared in your number four, not just like that; nothing magical. (or maybe because i was expecting you. perhaps.)

you were close enough for me to understand the width of your shoulders and the relationship of skin and camouflage, your deeply coloured knuckles, fingers, your lips weighed down with words. you were so close, i thought i would wake up and find you finely flowered on my left-side, alive.