July 6, 2020

My dearest,

You are the Peking duck of my heart:
its crispy skin the crackle of a good laugh;
the tender meat our whispered endearments;
sweet hoisin sauce the flavour of our years together.

Our lives enveloped the way we fold steamed crêpes
around everything – skin, meat, sauce,
cool cucumber sticks and honeyed melon –
everything the taste of you.

Yours, ever and always.