she is so natural to me that i could no more take her off than put her on again. she is the breath for me and i do well to note her giving so knitted to my living. like well-worn desire lines, you've trodden a path across the field of my emotions. like my favourite clothes i am slow to take you off and quick to reach for you in the first light. and it's like those stories i like to tell you are often and easily on my lips and it's like those places i know so well, i love to linger and wander in your familiar streets. and as the climb comes to an end you're the welcome view, that rushes on my vision. and as the dusk comes, knocking on day's door, you are the breeze that brings me freshness.