In dreamless sleep I come to you And what I do there And what I see there Does not come back with me
Still I ache to remember A feeling, not a memory The ache is wonder and horror Caught in the back of my throat
I am aware of it Like tangled bedsheets Like blue toothpaste on white porcelain Like a scab on my knee Pulling at my skin.
All day long I am grateful To be here In the heat of the day Breathing shallowly the moistured air Wiping excess humidity from face and arms.
But when the sun stops sliding over The western wall of my life And gone to his other lovers I start to think of my still bed The coolness of the linens That might wrap my tired limbs.
I begin again to ache to travel To where you are I eat my dinner, feed my dog Wait Until I come once again Into the night.