
sleeping spoon under star
blue moon, turquoise nights
running whitewater overhead
everything path stays on path
running shadowed forest
embraced of moment's arms

sleeping spoon under star
blue moon, turquoise nights
running whitewater overhead
everything path stays on path
running shadowed forest
embraced of moment's arms

to quell all dreaming
long black snake riding
writhing at land's end
days i tire of thinking —
must be something more
just around the bend
pull over waysides
drinking travel mug brew
to stare at what daybreak
sends

— and yes i recall
the hill with the tree and
the door and the key
but i don't think it
will turn for me
anymore
— so who will remember
when the rain starts to fall
of that door in the wood
to let the ghost
of me in?

kissing at distance
hands dreamlaced time
drawspacing the narrows
thin between eachwith line
mouth to breath shared
of lips gone surrender
no longer bound of care
silkslip and thigh
that flesh dreamt skin
pulling pastlives present
willing you in