I lost you in my dreams,
somewhere between the lady
with hands the size of barn doors
and the boy who excavated his ribs
placing them as cairns on edges of waking-dreams
Freudian fucking – mattress notebooks –
Upon city of sleep pavements
Scribbles compass points in the bible black,
wreathed in darkness I chart my way
West-Southwest would be the exit point,
perhaps I should learn the foreplay of braille?
Thermostat thrum within my chest
is always another’s heartbeat,
Miss Universal Truth 1987 lured me
to the Slut Hotel and tried to
sell me second hand sex toys
Guests were felled by humility and grace
try wrapping bondage around an Achilles heel,
closest to the ground, oh sweet Lords,
how they easily fell when profile became self
To look into your eyes
and rise above you
is forsaken mantra of Welsh chapel
and again last night…
As deer became the lonely hunter
taking throats to barbed wire fences
I dreamt that somebody loved me,
in the way sunset casts light only so far
look beyond the crackle of internet radio,
I wonder who is kidding who?
Autotune rhythm of your hips
to prow of my ships, waiting quietly
in the harbours of least resistance.
And it’s funny how my accent changes
when breath circles her neck and my tongue
talks like the last animal in an orphan zoo
Bring me your pain
like the first spring honey
moist from your lips to mine
and just whisper
“and again last night
this is only a dream”







