Commemorate, celebrate,
or forget the date,
unload and it let go;
there is nohow I would rather be,
than being me, with you,
here and now, parked,
wind whistling in the dark,
the sound of the sea through
an open window all I want to know.
Sleep deep baby, sleep.
Be kind tonight dear inky sky
please lend your blanket where we lie
Delight us with your whispered songs
instruct our dreams till daylight comes
Imagine we might wish to wake
and keep us safe for morning’s sake.
I am with you now
fingers pushing against your bones
weaving and knotting vibrant fibres
through and over your cortex hills
sifting flowing
pressing your chin wrinkling your cheeks
cascading through valleys
of intense dreaming.
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I do not see you.
As I surface, you shrink away,
diluted by functionality.
You are cayenne pepper, nettles:
witty, surprising.
Crawling, turning, I snatch at nought
and wait for darkness.
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