Boa noite meu amor,

It is a skin warming sadness,A warm bath surrender in-to the slow, wrinkled stare - out the most ordinarily empty, Unceremoniously average 11:37 am Sounds, and single-coloured walls and shoes and hands and sugared cream-coffee and RUSHED, always late-to-work, forced walksThere is no eruptive Pain.No great knowing when, or where or how deepYour hands have buriedTheir charms, how long coloured-skin-oiled ceremonies will lastAlong these eyes that blend memories of the heartwith hard lines .But i see it, Sometimes in full colour Leaking into the everyday, Unceremoniously average morning-after-sadness, hang-out-to-dry-until-its over.Each drip of usWashed awayIn such a quietly normal,Unfinished Daytime ending

It is a skin warming sadness,A warm bath surrender Unto the slow, wrinkled stare - outInto the most ordinarily empty and Unceremoniously averageSounds, and single-coloured walls and shoesAnd hands and sugared cream-coffee and Rushed, always late walksThere is no eruptive Pain.No great knowing when, or where or how deepYour hands have buriedTheir skin-oiled canvas Beneath this stare.But i see it,Sometimes in full colour,Leaking into the everyday Unceremoniously average sadness.Each drip of usWashed awayIn such a quietly normalDaytime breath