You climb in next to me
Shuffle the pillows
Rearrange the sheets and
Wedge yourself into the groove
Of the mattress

You pick up the novel you’ve been struggling through all week
Sigh determinedly and open it to the bookmarked page that
You fell asleep reading last night

It is quiet for a while
Only the sound of your chest
Rising and falling
Eyes are narrowed in concentration
Hand is poised to turn the page

Then your foot moves towards my leg
Long toes stretch to reach my calf
And curl around the muscle

Suddenly I am in your arms
And the forgotten chapters
Are falling to the floor


Darkness eludes me

In the bright light of day
I wrestle with pillows and sheets
While the curtains try and fail
To block out the sun

In the dead of night
I am flooded by fluorescence
As the blackness knocks on my door
Like an old familiar friend

I would let him in
I would surrender to sleep
I would lie down and dream
But there is work to be done

For Mark

I don’t know you
I don’t presume to know you
Even after reading the words you choose to share
But those words have touched me
And made your struggle my struggle
If arms like words could reach across oceans
I would embrace you


There are three sides
To this coin

The head

The tail


The edge
It spins upon

You are the head,
Yearning and full of

He is the tail,
Alone with all the

Fate is the edge,
Lilting unevenly

The odds are
In your favour


Stop clearing your throat
Say what you need to say
I can take it

Stop trying to protect me
Stop trying to shroud me
With positive adjectives
You neither feel nor understand

Spit out the words
Spit out the words
Spit out the words

I will pick them up
And bury them in a deep hole
Where damp soil will smudge their edges
Where darkness will silence their screams
Where I will never have to hear them again