love in the afternoon

I wake up in the morning, I am cold

I go to sleep at night, I am colder.

sometimes,
I boil water for tea
and don't drink it



I go to sleep at night,

I am colder.

A Bitter Perfume

The perfume of the sea is a bitter one 
that of the salt, that of the sun 

sweet like wine 
burn like scotch 

tossed upon the sand
tossed upon the rocks 

oh but the man she loves 
wears it in his hair 
leaves when the wind is rough 
leaves when the wind is fair 

sleeps by her side, in the wildness of the night 
with that lingering smell 
comfortable and light 

she listens for his engine 
rumble home in the afternoon, 
for a woman knows her sea mans humble tune 
just as she knows

that bitter perfume