I’ll leave the sheets as you desert them,

unmade, twisted.

Keep the last kiss you give me,

silent, rough with yearning.

Hold the darkness of night as we talk,

the blacks, whites of stars. Forever.

Won’t eat to keep you in my mouth

or drink to have you there, in my throat.

I’ll let the room remain still, not stagnant

but fostering. Growing.

Daylight would smash it all.

Buy now.

Shadow sits behind you.
Watches, licking his lips.
Witches writhe in his hands
dancing cloudsong storms
covering daybright.

They bellyjangle rain into hail,
then let it fade till it’s just you and him
and a broken smile.

Know and think of us:
how we turned night-time into dawn 
just by … chatting
till the birds and bin men came 
and sang.