• Opening my eyes to a cloudy sky
    at the beginning of my early rise.
    In between your sheets
    and hairy thighs.
    I’d struggle and fight to find my way out
    and steal a f**
    from your self-deprived sleep and
    broken back.

    To the balcony where you had
    a couple of chairs
    and a rolled bamboo hedge.
    I'd take a seat,
    start to sigh and recall
    what we had done through the night;
    with no sight only tact,
    that I would find
    when I opened and closed my eyes

    Watching the tree sway with the sky
    in harmony with it's leaves that would fall
    with no say but only cries
    for it's crown would not give up the fight.
    You'd take a seat next to mine and ask for a drag,
    one I could not deny.