Trust in me my tongue is weeping. Words of love you must be needing. Trust me for the only reason. That our love will never weaken. Trust in me as someone you love.
She sat at the dressing room table. He flicked through the channels on cable. While talking of love in whispers. Voices humming like dusty transistors.
She's independent, she's a modern woman. She needs no prompting on her should and shouldn't. It's always bosses, who wish that she wouldn't. . Files in the cabinet, so neatly numerical.
(difford/tilbrook). . Power station by the river. Grinding slowly to a stop. Clock still ticking on the mantle. Flames still flicker on the log. Coffee brewing in the kitchen.