lord, I will hold
yr head just like that
& watch you fall asleep

& give in to the peace of it,
fractionally melted by the
embryonic sigh

you give with half-attention
as I kiss on the hairline
in front of yr ear

I’ll try not to sneeze from the cat
& eventually wander to the kitchen
reading my little worn book,

but I won’t retain any of it

as my mind excitedly jumps
from item to item
recapitulating each of our
gentle exchanges



I suppose that as I doze off
at the table I’ll give
some thought to the brilliant
impossibility of the chances,

‘us’,

but I tend to ignore such things
when the image of yr utterly alive
figure is fresh in my head

& in an approaching
doze, I will imagine you in the doorway,
holding yr back with
one hand, looking at me
with playful expectation

& as I rush to untangle
the bags from yr fingers
& dote on you

I plant the same kiss
in the same place
just in front of the ear.

........................

when I finally wake up
the next morning,
face in my book,
smudged black with
letters, with yr
hand on my side

you’ll give me that very same look
& I’ll blush & stretch my arms
in exaggeration
to cover it up,

asking you through
fibbed yawns
what I can help with here
while y’re off in the lab.

11/05/2011

Posted on 09/06/2012
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