Blue breeze from the open window
Chips away at our morning faces
Our shavings collect like memories
Some melt others rest on the pillow
Replayed over in iridescent colour
The soap bubbles of dream
The mattress creaking as an old house
Haunted by the various sex positions
The spasms as we kick ourselves to sleep
The housecat’s favourite creased spot
The ghost sheet with cigarette burns
For eyeholes peeks between our legs
Blue breeze from the open window
Chips away at our morning faces
The thick frame holds us strong
