I have lost you to sleep again.
sleeping as we do on opposite sides of a venn diagram
I read the time in shadows on the wall
the shards of light
through the slats on your window

I ease myself from under your languid arm,
fumble on my boots and hear you breathe through your alarm
I disarm it for you,
you rarely heed it anyway
I wouldn't want it to intrude upon your dream,
school bell ring messing up the play

A note, penned clumsily in this century's type-ruined hand
saying gone down the shops for a walk
I'll bring back some sandwiches
And then I kiss your face
The black and the blue
Tie it into my laces I don't want the wander blocking up the view

I stumble out into the afternoon
still salty from drink and the late night pool
And I'll be gone an hour at most
And you will be more diagonal
And I've a head on me in the post
And I know castles swallowed in the swell