I woke bathed in my own chilled nighterror sweat
and paced, smoking cig after cig, through
the back yard as dawn began to heat the air
Another scorcher, autumn's gone again
for a bit, and I yawn to reach oxygen into my soul

Put dishes away, fold paper bags neatly,
feed the cats and transplant the ailing ivy;
load of laundry, separate, separate,
piles of past days washed clean in nervous
busy work...

Write to dreamer, sense her warmth,
see into her eyes and hear the gentle ache
in her soaring voice, crying for flowers
destroyed, crying for unrequited abandon and bliss
just touched to be snatched away...ash calm:

My balm today is her friend who loads senses of humor
into our guts churning still with visions cruel
glimpses into what had to have been, but never
should...and could I embrace that man unknown...

and could I kiss her that friend not owned,
and could I taste such kindness in my raging
scarleted prism fears...
and taste washings away through the tears


I love you dreamer

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