TV Volume
Peter Sagar
Eyes are closed
I don't know
What her moving eyelids see
Deep inside so privately
(Like you do)
Light is low
So it won't
Pull her out from underneath
See me sitting patiently
(Like I do)
Move a bit
Light afflicts
Placid floating on a cloud
Turn the TV volume down
(Like I do)
Bends her knees
And she speaks
(No, no, no, your hands are too cold)
Coming up on half past three
Almost see her look at me
(Like you do)