Sketch For Dawn

A brightness falling through the air

Into the grass where we lie

A lark spirals upwards in perfect pitch

Soaring into exquisite tension

In the dawn

In the dawn

In the dawn

Dreams burnt away

By the first cigarette of the day

Instincts move us into

The rhythms of love

Soaring into

Exquisite tension

Making gentle pornography together

A brightness falling through the air

Into the grass where we lie

A lark spirals upwards in perfect pitch

Soaring into

Exquisite tension