The hotel bedsprings sag to our weight,
we can hear the builders singing
down the fire escape.
They're singing for their winnings
and to drown out future losses,
and I think of how I came to be here,
over time, and the paths that it crosses.

And Tom is singing Hold On over the speakers,
whilst we're smoking a joint and
hiding from seekers.
I kiss you ******* the mouth,
and remove the need for words;
for polluting this moment
with a clumsy rhyme or verse.

You see me for the first time in sunlight,
the sunlight of a cloud canopy;
I whisper to you the secret of poetry:
in the simplicity of you and me.

You return my words with a silence,
but with a symphony of soft eye-gaze;
and forevermore I sleep in your witness,
forevermore, in your light, I will laze.