5 September 2012
It's ten PM
Where you are
In a lonely
Hotel room
In Kathmandu,
A blanket of
Stars in a
Velvet black sky
Overhead
Like you've
Never seen.
I know how
You will look,
The way you
Sleep all
Scrunched
Amongst the
Covers,
Right on the
Edge of the
Bed, a
Dangerous
Nighttime
Balancing
Game,
Tired from
Hours and hours
And thousands
Of miles,
Bus, plane,
Bus again,
Bearded and
Dishevelled,
And I wish
I was there
To hold you,
The way
You like me to,
At ten PM.
Ten PM • Opuss № I