Robert Ford lives on the east coast of Scotland. His poetry has appeared in both print and online publications in the UK and US, including Antiphon, Clear Poetry, Homestead Review and Ink, Sweat and Tears. More of his work can be found at https://wezzlehead.wordpress.com/.
Rolling drowsily across the plain of an empty bed,
the full light of day now tearing at the curtains,
my head touched down on the cool pillow
where yours had just lain the long night,
and found it still soft as risen dough,
unlike my own, all twisted up and plaited,
creased with a record of the restive thoughts
that had trespassed through and into my dreaming.