Different rooms

You say let’s

Stick together but I heard

That the glue upstairs

Keeps the bedsheets

Sticky for nights like these.

Bed one, bed two.

One for me and one for you.



You ask me how long I have been at sea, adrift

How long I have been waiting to wash up, wet

on golden shores.

I say I have left land, spread sails,

Tasted salt on skin and let rolling waves take me further towards my horizon,

closer now

than ever before.