Physical Grafitti
One sleep stupid Sunday morning
You stretched and stumbled
Sat upright on the side of the bed
Perched like an Indian on a cliff
Your back to me
Angled bare
A cinnamon canvas
I reached across time and distance
To run a fingertip
Careful calligraphically
In loops and shapes
Words to tattoo You
Bone deep
You
A shiver as I underline it
Are
Very
Lovely
Joe Black