Lay your sleeping head my love,

Human on my faithless arm.

WH Auden- Lullaby

I am in a wooden room

and the eaves are re-assurring

The stone- work rooting

my eyes and cheeks touched

like lovers

My hands were beautiful

and small

Didn't you know that I wrote things down -to keep momentum of truths-this is the salty shore of sleep -the residue of your kiss

I'll remember this

and I'll smoke my cigarette.