Devils eyes red stare 3am into the dark room
I sit, duvet discarded.
Two fingers open the venetians
I watch the wind play kiss chase
with irritated trees.
Cars sleep, stabled for the night.
the middle classes retired all around me
at peace in their beds, in their heads.
Pruned perfect gardens stand to attention
waiting to be admired.
You snuffle snore beside me
And I stare, craven, craving the night
to take it and put it in my head
to lodge the stars behind my eyes
the calm in my heart
the quiet in my soul.