Bridget Hart

black-out blinds

useless
but we didn’t know
we moved here in the crook
of winter

now spring pushes
the sun higher
a warm alarm
or lover

who’s big toe slots itself
around my Peroneal tendon
the sensation is unpleasant
I shift
this wakes me

now for sneezing
and hip joints to ache
heaving from one side to other

confronted by last night’s
dinner breath
the last tea
and hot sleepy skin

now you move on to
the belly
like a cobra
I keep

reaching
cheek to shoulder blade
you groan
affectionately
this is how we’ve always been

good morning my love of loves.