Certificate 18

In iceland, the wind carried the drift of morning coffee from your window on pingholstraetti street; the blue of the building melting into the winter sky. The walk up the hill to your door

A cigarette that bears a lipstick's traces, a foolish postcard from Brighton, of all places, oh how the syphilis cream stings! These foolish things remind me of you.

This is inspired by the Bedroom Tax and the politics of envy

Ridiculous P K Routray Be it dog, goose or snake, In board day light love they make. But if it is man such open love who never can? Searches the cover of darkness or a hiding place to address