It’s in the falling, this expansion that I crave.
One to be in two, for the reassurance is complete
in its lasting to be embraced. Fully I give in here
with arms that form circles around your soft back.
This is the tenure of a songbird becoming nearer
to the windowsill by your bed linen. Rest your eyes
in the peace that curls as we lay beside in close,
the morning caught in desires fulfilled leaving night.
Words could be spoken now but they don’t describe
all that is taught in the embrace we share under music.
I could seek out a spiral for the twist of licks
across your untroubled face. Pleasure sung the lasting
flicker to a love that knows nothing else but the taste
of a candle snuffed in the dawn’s length. So be ashen
as pale as the sunlight cultured between your legs,
colours will display your cheeks till the hour is over.
Love, the lean against my side I’ll respond in smiles
that capture the lamplight now made beamed redundant.
Light a cigarette and watch the smoke coil ever upwards
around the ceiling that saw all of our hopes yesterday.
Come songbird and join the smoothness that lays here,
you are the fracture that is healed before the dawn.
All of our lost selves reside in this space, it is foretold
under the roofs that left dishevelled beds of creases.
