Dawn

outside the sky is waking up

re-bandaging her clouds

listening down into my heart

to discover a unicyclist there

stars are packing their shirt sleeves flat

stepping moondrunk off the carousel

seabirds are shouting your name

what name do they shout for you?

outside the air soaks itself in light

monochrome bleeds to cornflower

passing cars pull the canvas tight

what shall we paint today?

in my belief

the stars and mad old moon

go spiralling into your throat

so you can taste my breath in yours

as you clatter

towards a shared sunrise.