musing on the landscapes of my bedroom walls
I see two people vertical
to the predictable horizontal rush of a sunset,
bleeding, blending colours of purple haze and yellow sugar
with those familiar black sketchy dabs
him and her.
and since the shafts of light flitter differently
since you turned to me on the pebbled view
i can see you.
(i dropped a knife into the sink today,
and if I’m honest,
after I found it,
your name was kohled on my hands
and the dishes stacked to the vertex of your nose)