Birds, as black and shiny
as the sins of night.
Their cries:
chilling memories of
   blank promises.
The bleak horizon
offered nothing --
yet nothingness
   belonged to us...
and too those birds,
and too those sins.
Night became us
   then...

This is how we love:
First with fire, then without.
Who was tending the embers?

I'm lazy
I'm tired
Bed is here
Bed is good
Invites me in,
Thank you bed,
Lets me stay,
Thank you bed.
Drunken Duvet
Locks me in,
Poetic Pillow
Shuts my eyes,
Memory Mattress
Holds me still,
Makes me sleep.
Morning's come,
Alarms frustrated
Disrupts the peace
Bed's not fazed.
Pillow whispers;
Turn it off
Five more minutes
Duvet Calls
I oblige.
Bed's so kind.
Mattress shakes
I'm awake
God look
The time!
Duvet laughs
Pillow sniggers
******* bed
You made me late