By Dominic O’Sullivan with commentary from Alice Hiley
Lying on a four poster bed listening to your heavy breathing,
while arms are spread behind my head, and I am busy examining
the ceiling instead of meeting your eyes.
Reaching for my pajamas on a four poster bed watching instead
the sea against the rocks of some distance outside the bedroom
window, hearing the crash of waves on shingle and driftwood.
Rolling away on this four poster bed, reeling in confusion
and doubt, ignoring your nakedness whilst I regret