Everything seemsOut of my reachLikeWater spiralling down a drainAn empty promise of rainConversations from yesterdayMusic playing too far awayHalf awake, half asleepIt doesn't take muchFor him to seepEasily into my mindThoughts spin and driftAnd effortlessly liftAnd I turn, intending toFill...

I fell for his voice firstAs it flew through grey smokeThrough loud cursing laughterOver clinking glassesA small gig, a small barJust him and a guitarI sawOn a hot summer’s nightThrough flickering dim lightThe captivating sightOf his bodyEdgy alley-cat graceA lazy...