We Taught the Night.

We taught the night a thing or two

About love. We fought. You hit me

With the palm of your hand and

I traced the shape of your back into the sheets.

We screamed.

You covered yourself up –

First in a nightgown, then in

The darkness. I fumbled for the light but your hands

Were already cupped over it,

And the sad grin of the scars on your fingers

Stopped me from reaching out. We fought for ownership of

Music, beauty, leaves and trees while your room

Nervously rearranged itself around us

Trying its best to keep out of our way until we

Lay in the centre of a stranger.

Your sweat caught itself in the air

And hung lazily around our bodies. We taught

The night a thing or two about love

And when we were done we both knew the

Night would not forget us soon.

And at dawn we sat naked

By the window and tried to remember

What the sun was supposed to do next.