Over-eager summer nights
strip me naked drenched in sweat.
The window is no escape
nor her hazy cigarette.
Autumn evening's welcome sigh,
a brisk breath against my bed.
Her acclimatising bliss
soon brings warmth to where I'm led.
Yet winter's kiss is far too cold
which lingers along my back.
Her sheets shake my shivering spine,
living in sincerity's lack.
Truth is, I can't blame the seasons
for the discomfort night brings.
It's the lonely side of the bed
which brings the coldest of my stings.