Hours pour away from me

in this space with you,
skin on skin, touching.

tuck me under your wing,
this soft-cottoned night

these smudges of time
are beautiful nothing

- just the sight of you,
hair skewiff, star-fishing

later, sausage-rolled,
lashes long and twitching

it’s bittersweet
too fleeting

camo coat in the corner
the boot-polish smell, encroaching

my eyes etch you into memory,
for times when our sheets lay empty.