Evening Thoughts

each new gray dew aching behind the head
each nick of time deepening the wound
each lonely coffee in a deserted bed
your smell, your forehead smell

each new feverish sun pressing
each breath of mine eager to be lost
each cigarette on a deserted pillow
your breath, your heavy breath

each new bright morning bending the forehead
each crumble of time happy to be wiped
each sight of my unpaired ring
your touch, your accidental toe touch

far away the hobbits merrily live their lives