I'm currently writing my first novel. It's simultaneously the thing I want to do the most, and the thing I want to do the least. It's every spare hour and every excuse not to spend an hour, all wrapped up in one. It's the reason I'm writing this blog post after shamefully neglecting the blog for so long, because I don't, must, won't, need to write the bloody thing, and I can't quite make my fingers do it right now.

I take my place among the pews 

At the church of you and I.

My head bowed, hands clasped, kneeling

I close my eyes and give in to feeling.

For forever to last another day,

For forever to last forever.

Soft light casts a glow over your face,

Those curves and lines I know by heart.

Love is tangible, physical, beating,

As constant as it once was fleeting.

To love you with abandon,

To free you with faith.

Clasped hands form steeples,

Bodies become pillars.

Here is light, freedom, song

In the church of two, where we belong.