Dissolutions (in the morning)

1. 

I

You lie on the sun-lit bed

and long as the sun

rubs the vacant slit

between your curtains.

 

II

I envisage the snail’s shadow

slow along the walls

and furniture – a star

across the firmament.

 

III

The tail strokes your skin

pale, and the cat curls

about your feet.

 

IV

I lie in the sun-lit bed,

and dream of it.

 

        

2.

 

I

I fall to the tread

of your little feet,

the dishes trembling

like tinkerbells.

 

II

I long as the sun

penetrates again

your delicates

and colours your skin.

 

III

Our eyes might collide

on the corner

of the corridor

 

IV

and kitchenette. I rise

to think of it.

 

17 October 2015

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4 thoughts on “Dissolutions (in the morning)”

  1. I find the detail of the sound of the crockery ‘tinkerbells’ ‘listens’ us into the scene, as if it’s in front of us. The poet abed his carnal dreams!

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