What we share

We half the morning and each take a square -

I take the blue sky and you snuggle close:

The warmth of the covers is yours of course,

The rest of the bed we like to share.

I want the cold draft from the window

To shake apart those shackles of sleep,

Break from the dreams where I’ve fallen too deep

And swim as flickering as minnows

We half it equally and share the morning -

Through half close eyes I take your breathing

As you’ve borrowed the voice from my throat.

Awake now you’ve taken it all away from me,

I only keep the morning in its cold and lonely -

So I get up wearily and put on my coat