Night time tea

‘Night time’ tea and candles,

matches to light,

light catches your eyes, 

head heavy on my chest,

trying not to move. 

I know

      you are 

so

     comfortable

right

          there. 

Television makes noise

and paints pictures but I’ve missed 

the point. The point is that 

you’re there and I’m here. 

‘Night time’ tea and candles,

smells like lavender and wild fig

and your moisturiser. 

Voices from the street outside, 

murmur and rumble and crumble

away. My arm is 

dead.

Your head lulls sleepily and I shift

my weight and 

‘sorry’ 

‘shall I make another cup of tea?’