Zither Zander

In the night, blackened ink sky, you lie breathing, on your side, facing me. I look at your eyelashes and kiss them. The wind washes the moment away and you moan. I get up and walk into the kitchen, restless. I turn on the kettle for coffee then turn it off. I walk in the dark and slide back into bed.

Your lips move slowly. ‘What are you doing’, you mumble, eyes closed. I kiss your mouth and pull you closer. Your arm wraps around my body…