They will tell what they see
but it's not the real story
things are better off unsaid
for im a lier in bed
revising the stories in my head
to make them believe of the things I've said
for what I said will be the truth
and the truth will be the lie

The rudest awakening,
Alarm clock beckons.
From bliss to reality,
in two nasty seconds.

Early winter mornings,
an unnatural time.
So dark and depressing
is this great British clime.

The air is freezing.
The heating is broken.
It's to this Baltic *******,
that I am awoken.

Skin's hypersensitive
and lights are too bright.
Noises too noisy,
Take me back to the night.

Forced out of bed,
and all just for money.
But as everyone knows,
no money, no honey.

I trust you so deeply to respect me.
And every day you show me in one way or another, that you really do. You don’t just tell me, you show me, too.

We lay
as gloves
each a leisured hand
ingested by the other

Pleasure teeming
unweaned
and weak for the feed

Keening to pray continue
we lay down
to play some more

Lust,
an empty bed
and the lights turned down
is the perfect recipe
for you and me
tonight.

and when i'm half-awake,
with my phone pressed against my ear,
listening to your voice lulling me to sleep,
i swear we come face to face.
ankles touching,
hands tucked beneath our cheeks,
eyes connected,
hearts intertwining.

on different beds,
on the same page.

it'll do. darling,
it'll do.