I hope we sleep late

I hope we sleep late


The first time I saw you naked,

was after your nightshift at the hospital.


You wandered the bedroom for about five minutes,

as though you had heard a rumour about water.


You wanted to tug on one of my old t-shirts,

the ones I used to run an hour a day in.


After pulling off your waist clinching uniform.

you yanked one on back to front

and fell into bed. A goodnight fuck wasn’t an option.


You switched to sleep mode, so I quietly,

slowly spooned you. Smelt your hair. Breathed on your neck.


A fortune teller told me you were nearly not born,

and I’ve to treat you as though you are made of glass.

Tears bubble and come down so hard and fast they bruise my face.