I was over you,
I had learnt to cook meals for one
To hold my own umbrella under the sun,
To finish my drink alone.
...
There is nobody else here,
So it seems,
The room looks vacant
The space appears untouched
...
We are not black,
we are brown
We are not the colour of tires,
Charcoal or bats
...
Under your watchful glare
I feel my coverings pale,
Then vanish altogether
Beneath your orbits shower,
...
There are certain words i hate
Like cheers, enjoy, and penetrate,
There are others I adore
Glimpse, glimmer, gawk and celebrate,
...