hush! she is dreaming
music
sailing on a boat of silk
to the wail of a thousand
saucer-eyed hounds, the
gentle
rattle of breaths knocking
together under the blue
china-cup sky
sip! a hummingbird
at her flower-lips,
he makes his way through
the shorn thickets of her
hair:
a strand of purplish-red
catches
like fire in the flint of
his eyes and
a laugh like smoke falls
from her drowsing mouth
we could sleep like this
for years
the slow erosion of each
day’s glib close
forgotten in the hum of
dozing thoughts:
the taste of apples lodged
at our throat’s backs
our bed a case of glass to
keep the world at bay
but i would taste your
kisses with my open eyes
and mouth, these dreams i
trade for the cold air
of morning. wake me, love,
i will not fade like those
quaint memories of you and
i elsewhere:
the meat turns on its
spit,
the maid plucks her black
fowl,
i have you with me
and the day lives on.
