so i sneak back beneath the covers
and dream of your touch

shallow as a clown
across the hills
to the lure of your eiderdown

conversation running riot
the chaplain is a dear man,
and he’d rather we be quiet

take a deep breath
and find your voice

i used to be your second vote
on the motion of do we sink –
whilst the rest of them just float

Lonely

life didn’t fool you
did it?

the flight of your bumblebee

cold hearted, full of hatred, human?
clever, endlessly flawed, human?